Waves arch heavy from the back, pulled forward pounding into basalt rock, ocean spray powers up into the sky, seagulls fly in multitudes. I cry. Primal force crashing into stone, I feel in myself. This is life, the nature of the tide and sex and death—the pure presence of living.
I am the moon driven water rising to meet the heavy body of earth in cataclysmic sensation.
A woman just entered the hot pool I am soaking in, moaning and sighing and uttering such pure throated sounds of pleasure. I smile wide. I know this.
How getting free is a continual awareness of how we keep ourselves closed and so we try to open little by little in moments,
until one day we are letting out all sorts of belly gusted breaths and chest vibrations from the mouth without resistance, it becomes us, knowing this—to feel life move in and through the body.
A strike of lightning, plummeting seas, the quick swoop flight of a gull, a quake, a shiver, a shudder and grounding, the rippling current of energy when it is contained by something larger, the solidity of form, transforming into something brand new, creation.
Song Credit "Tooo Loud" by Saya Gray
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