Dreaming

I press my ear to a shell
and hear the voice of Dolphin
calling me to see -
Hear the gentle drumming of Ocean
caressing the edge of Land;
Feel the scratchy softness
of countless grains of sand;
Taste the salt
of a million uncried tears;
Sense the eternity of waves
beating at the wall,
wearing it down
with their strength.
We are brothers,
Dreaming in the Mother.
I press my ear to a shell
and hear the voice of Dolphin.

Dreaming

Treecreeper

Park Avenue, Australia

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