a goddess dances for your freedom

…And as you fall forward and descend to the underworld

Your skin flying off the bone as you fall

Tidal waves of vital nourishment

for strangers you may never meet in this world.

They will love you nonetheless.

Silence, pregnant.

Anticipation,

Preparation.

For a revolution of rhythms

Returning to their original purpose with your every glance upon mundane things that are indeed holy.

You are falling, and you know it in your bones…

read the rest of the poem by samantha shay

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About thalassa

Occasionally doting wife, damn proud momma of two adorable children, veteran of the United States Navy, semi-steampunk bohemian beach addict from middle America, Civil War reenactor and Victorian natural history aficionado, canoeing and kayaking and paddleboarding fanatic, Unitarian Universalist and pantheistic Pagan, devotee of various aquatic deities, and practitioner of bioregional witchery View all posts by thalassa

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