mermaidcamp
Keeping current in wellness, in and out of the water
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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
Inventive little creatures stumble across the picnic lawn
Dancing with the birthday cake we worked on since the dawn
The ants and caterpillars enjoy the sugar roses, icing sweet
They scamper merrily down the path with butter on their feet
They have made a regular sport out of devouring our repast
Nature knows no bounds when people picnic on the grass
We can think ourselves lucky for feeding the cake to the ants
Now we will all have a better chance of fitting into our pants

Pausing for a moment to take a look at the past
I know those haunting mistakes will not be my last
No matter how long this takes it will be too fast
I see the future on the horizon shimmering and vast
Hot, restless winds blow across the desert
The fruit and flowers of the garden have disappeared
The future hangs heavy on the horizon, void of course
Drought followed by famine and fear have decimated
The crops we have always grown to sustain ourselves
Now we eat cactus to survive, knowing it is a gift
The bright colored blooms delight our hearts and spirits
Promising fruit that will keep the community alive for a while