An Inner Independence Day Revisited

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I got a little lost in the surf for awhile . . .

Sometimes, it’s hard not to get caught in the undertow!

But the ocean,

She found me washed up on the shoreline.

Inner Peace was always in the depth of Her heart.

I can feel my heartbeat

(And)

I can hear yours too.

Because I Am getting better at listening

(And)

Tuning in to the whispering ebb and flow of the tides.

I can take refuge in the shorelines.

Fore they are mystical places.

Somewhere between land and sea . . .

Beneath the Golden Age glistening Sun God,

I see my inner New Age and Paradigm.

A silhouette reflecting back at my soul with an empathic gaze . . .

As I watch the sunset,

I can see Him setting on my sinking Patriarch.

He is in the luminous Mirror of the Mind.

A New Man born on the horizon . . .

Breathing fire into a renewed Independence Day.

A rapturous thunder of wonder!

Mixed with awakened vulnerability from Their slumber . . .

A New Human shines on thine novel Eyes.