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RECORDING ANGELS' SCROLLS

Snow flakes lose their hexagonal stars
in the sea
There the river sheds his serpentine skin.
Sand castles' towers fall in the waves.
Sandpipers' tracks... clawscript
of ancient Sanskrit
as well as sandwrit
are gone in the tide.
And the lace foam the breakers have
woven in their travels
The ocean has pulled back.
The lace she unravels.

And yet every jot and tittle remains
not only in the recording angels'
scrolls
which those who read akashic records
can unroll
but in the Godly power within each
heart
to recreate.

It is the erasing of the easel
of sand and sky which invites
new seaweed scrawl
upon her rocky walls.

IN THE SEA MIRROR

Cloud shadows mirrored
in the sea
as well as flock movements'
wingscript
Underneath.. the seacurrents sparkle
while the fishes' scales
and the movement of whales
are sometimes hidden by
whitecapped trails
Raindrops make circles
made ovoid by the forward moving waves.
Only God knows the sea's thoughts.

(to T Seikel)

BRIEF SEA WAVELETS

Rocking cradle of the world.. sunset stairway to the stars.. only by great
masters trod... only written on by God.
*
Wavecarved caves in the seagirt rock.. have sculpted it into a seagulled
rookery..
*
Rain at sea... redundancy
*
We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea
*
The rock temple to Poseidon will in some millenium show crumbling, but the wavy
sea will remain... as ever the ocean main.
*
The tide sent into the cleft of rock Neptune's polyfingered hand of welcome.
*
Without equal, each wave sequel. Land is for eagles. The sea
is for seagulls
*
The ebbtide slowly recedes, but in that sweet leg of the sea
tidepools, seaweed, shells sunsparks and driftwood.... are his legacy
*
The rain in Maine remains mainly in the main.
*
The ebbtide slowly recedes, but in that sweet leg of the sea
he cedes seaweed, shells and driftwood.... as his legacy
*
That sand not soon turn the beachfence into driftwood
the artist designed a metal seat.
*
From the shore.. one looks upward
to the sanddune grass..10,000 green brush blades
trying to paint the blue sky jade*
*
Faster than any stylus squiggling.. can write the sun
in the water wiggling... but when the sea is perfectly still..
it appears it was water which held the quill
*
Receives all arrows the universal quiver
as the sea receives all lonely rivers
*
Daily the sea with tidal milk waves
nurses in love her hungrymouthed caves
*
Today in their palate of many hues
the sky and sea have 90 shades of blue
*
Little petstore goldfishes.. suffocating in the tiny plastic bag.. God set you
free..into the sea.

Gentler than land's are the seasons of the seas.

Kidnapping karma has stolen me from the blue vistas of
the sea...I weave now the plans of return.
*
The drops the rain scatters the river then gathers.. to give to the
sea who in turn offers them in her great chalice to the sun
*
Surfers delight in the motion of the angry waves of the ocean
as neptune, king of the sea, delights in their mars.
*
Shadows of fishes play in the shallows above varying
shades of abandoned shells.
*
Within a wavelaved rock fissure, God hid the fish from the kingfisher.
*
The rowboat's wake intersected the path
of the morning sun upon the water... effort was squared to
light
*
The sea mirror was framed by lobster traps..
until she rose and smashed them
*
a clamshell holds seaswell..
reflected in captured tide.. does Jupiter abide
*
Waterfall mist asked the sea 'when shall I
return to Thee? '
*
As artists long for blank canvases, as sealovers
yearn for the blue space of the skysea,
the Spirit longs to be uncluttered.
*
So many shades of blue from royal navy to aqua hue.. without
the horizon ship one could not tell sky from sea.
*
Seacradle is fishes rocking among the rocks
but she is slapping at fishermen's docks
For the sun wearing daily a fresh foam frock
helping God on all hearts to knock
*
The full moon lifts seawaves in joy, but only the sun
can lift water drops out of the sea.
*
Blackberried tarts on white lace doilies are the seafoam
framed ocean's dark rocks
*
Ships in bottles cannot sail, but messages unsealed from
bottles do, and their words are meant most for those who
find the script.
*
More than the stable shore God hallows the waving sea's shellshod
shallows.

In the kinder world there surely no longer shall be
shellfish shiv'd to shed their sheltering shells from the sea
*
Waves will rise in joy, they know soon
toward the full moon of the longed for monsoon
*
Message in sea's bottles. Tidings in the tides. Time's
rivers to the timeless sea glide. Every being will with God
abide.
*
Cave carver tide.. a patient sculptor who abides
*
He is like the sea: on the surface bubbling with wave effervescence
... in the depths one with divine Everpresence
*
The sun's fireball has scattered embers in the sea, unquenched
by her waters. for love can never be extinguished.
*
As the sea does each drop and all rivers ingather
so flows every soul to God Mother Father

© Saiom Shriver

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Effervescence is to David P B
The drops the rain scatters is to J Pichette
(the 2nd p in dropp is not this writer's idea)
Poseidon Temple is to EL and NL

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