Sea Shells
She sold sea shells on the sea shore, The tide gathered up to her, Tethered and torn, Leaving in its' wake, An ocean blue colored conch, A shell of the rarest quality, So divinely inspired, it seamed surreal upon the sand, Her eyebrows danced a jig of delight, As she sauntered down the shore, And then it seemed an echo called, Coming from the shell, A beaconing of Cathedral Bells, With a lucid flush of Deja Vu, She found herself elated, Released from within her mind, To glimpse the wider path of truth, That had echoed in a shadowed thought, And blown across her mind. And with a flash of blinding light, Her minds eye opened up, To gaze upon her gazing self, The bright aura'd small life form, Radiating creation, Lights eternal force. Her wares washed back, Into her mind, Amid the icy wind, And where her brightly coloured eyes, Last gazed before she fled, And gazed again from mortal coil, And not down from the sky. No conch was either, To be found, Just like the fleeting vision, It too returned to void, And so she left with the decision, She would not gaze her dwinding days, On a beach with dead crustations. Written September 27th, 2001 © on Sep 27 2001 12:07 AM PST 0 • 9
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