No Where To Land

Have you ever felt
as ancient as the world
is old.
In flight without need
for destination or arrival.

There is no smallness here.

Watching from my window
an ocean basin
holding all worlds, I know
the waters that move
through the deep, around
rocky coastlines
over sandy shores.

Leaning into the vast blue
with all hues of aqua between
wave and sky
breathing sea light
shadows
a winter ocean
I am that.

Intimate 
Sea blue
I am that.

A body in final descent
learns intimacy
while the heart gathers
each cell together
for the last breath.

Sea blue body, deep ocean entering
with each grain of sand, shoreline
and sun-filled sky.

Is there one to say, at the end of an era
that a new direction was not always
here. That the signs
have, of course
been arriving over time
and has not the heart
always been
a worthy destination.

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~Chandali PoetStory 2016