mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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The hand that is drawn is only the whisper of what will be
Each play has a meaning, although this is never obvious
While the game proceeds to the end of the deck we discover
That some of the cards we have discarded were essential
To our self confidence and poise
It is too late to reverse, and too early to fold
Myth covers the past and rigid belief shrouds the future
Caverns of unexplored possibilities overflow with danger
The dark and murky waters of political polls and pacts
Leave us more than ever way too informed, without facts
The sounds are all drowned, muffled by roaring thunder
As the speakers and the spoken words flow like a torrent
Swirling around rapids, churning up silt that washed down
When the mountains were flooded with bitterness and fear
These times are all uncertain and these places in danger
We watch the currents of resentment carve pathways
Through the river beds of stone where gold was once found
What remains is the dregs of the process
The sediment of crystalized thoughts
Wearing away the mind’s own nature
Free of motivations and fears, clear and calm

Rain blessed the day with gentle showers and clean clear light
Scattered rays of sunshine breaking through clouds colored
The end of the morning, creating a mosaic on the wet grass
This momentary balance between storms is only a glimpse
Into the power of nature and the glory of timeless beauty
In summer when the days are long and sweet
There is nothing like the sand under one’s feet
The saltwater is the remedy that lightens our load
We swim away from our sorrows, pleasures to decode
The surf is a mighty playmate, requiring skill and respect
When you learn to ride waves, your body reconnects
With eternal movements of planets, moons, and stars
Granting wisdom and confidence wherever you are
The boat rocked and rolled on stormy seas through the night
Ominous clouds blew across dawn’s glowing horizon to signal
That stronger, harder rains were quickly heading our way
Waves crashed over the deck, sending sailors overboard
We were in the middle of the ocean, in the eye of the storm
There was very little chance that any of us would survive
We boarded the ricketty lifeboats in an attempt to save our lives
With a sinking feeling they trudged across the desert on thirsty horses
Weeks of deprivation and harsh conditions had diminished the group
Some fell behind, and finding no sustenance, succumbed to dehydration
This band of pioneers had left behind comfort and ease to travel west
They believed there would be a paradise waiting at the end of the trail
Along the way they had to keep the vision alive of a fertile, peaceful place
That they imagined but had never seen, that waited for them over the ridge
When they finally spotted a small lake where the horses could be watered
They adjusted their expectations, looked for shelter, and mourned their losses
The first hint of hidden treasure attracted the worst element
Stray con artists from everywhere gathered to make a kill
Rumors flowed like water, while jealously and dishonesty fought
Over the loyalty of pirates and thieves, all skilled at robbery
In truth there was nothing of value to steal, dig up, or find
The illusion of wealth had poisoned their collective mind
The mind’s eye dreams up wondrous scenes of escape
Dream paths lined with outrageously bright colors and lights
Bring us into realms in which our movements are vivid, clear
Uncluttered by doubts, our steps are taken in grace, no fear
We only find these secret places by stepping outside the rule
That mindlessly stays in the ignorant ways practiced by the fool