Church of the Earth: the ecology of a creative community
Cinder by shoreline, none could but some can. Echoing a ceaseless arrival, castaways deliriously repeat: shallows resurface!
At edge of Pacific, eternal meaning attained. Waves ground rocks to sand and beckoned beholder to witness: all is process.
One's life like a ship adrift archipelago of sensational obsessions. Dawn Treader seeking after the world's final isles.
Identity a frigate capsized upon rocky shoals at low tide; veritable flibbertigibbet caught in a whirlpool, which self-importance sustains.
Return to the ocean, in mind, body or both. Where our cells first formed four eons hence. Imitate liquified spontaneity.
Sea-Kayak floating atop swells, hear the sound so often heard in shells. Fear not drowning in Earth mother's amniotic fluid.
Have you swum at a reef whilst watching marine species? Therein life's creative drive is evinced via plethora of colors.
Sonar under profundities, a depth-charge surges through oceanic psychic waters. Secret impulse of unceasing evolution!
Cetaceans frolic within spray, mangroves lush amidst the bay. Motorboats then overtake as tourists chase the dolphins' wake.
May sound of surf soothe your nerves and the beaches' breeze fill your nose. Here gulls sing of solar bounty spilling ashore . . .
Image: Name-glyph of Ahuitzotl (Water Monster), third to last Aztec Emperor.