hidden ocean

you tire me out with your mind’s ideas

sometimes

I just long for silence

to simply feel into and sense

the suchness of you

words can be beautiful things

when we string them together

across the wide expanse

of imagination’s soulful dance

catching the one’s with meaning

weaving them into

poetry

this is not an intellectual exercise

but pure instinct

it is a wild and beautiful spring

rising up from deep within

the parched lands

reminding us that beneath every desert

there exists

a hidden ocean

longing to flow

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