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by Ann Mortifee
If it could be
Everyone would have
A cabin by the sea
From which to watch
The moon rise and fall
The tide ebb and flow
The sun come and go
Everyone would have
A paint-peeled deck chair
From which to hear
The lapping at the shore -
That sound which is the threshold
Between this world and that
That song which enchants to remembrance
A heart grown hungry
For the healing balm of Beauty
The reassuring hand of Order
The nourishment Simplicity brings
Everyone would have fresh oceans
In which to dive
In ritual surrender
A baptism of Holy Water
From the Mothers' liquid womb
We come to her so full of care
We plunge deep
She lightens
She spreads
She evaporates us
Into the vast and blue
And great beyond
Everyone should have
A cabin by the sea
From which to feel
The quiet descent at twilight
When the Breath of Spirit
Is soft upon the air
Where the slightest shift
In the lightest breeze
Stirs to attention
The still small voice
That whispers always
From the deep heart's core
Where dreamtime becomes reality
And reality, a dream
Where body and soul
Sift down into peace
And Life
The Great Mystery
Needs no explanation
copyright Ann Mortifee 1997
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