Primal rhythms
heard within the depths of me
The sound of cresting waves
breaking at sea
Babbling brook
a waterfall resounds
The feel of this heart
flow ever found
The sound of rain
drumming upon all to hear
Assuring be these gifts of water
banish loss and fear
Flowing, cascading, cresting,
luxuriant waters divine
The feel, the sound, the ebb and flow,
blissful breath mine.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
May the sounds of water, wind, and our hearts, be known
to ever hold the light of love and creation.
Thank You, Nicola Cali, for this beauty shared.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE1qEmu4jvw
It Was Blue and Green, 1960, Oil on canvas, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887–1986,
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York.
