The Offing
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Mirrored, the horizon and the sea.
Heaven kissing itโs reflection at the edge of existence.
Clouds lounging lazily, drift into the great Expanse.
Stars rise and dance upon the waves;
Fire in the moonlight.
The moon is high;
Locked in time with its aqueous doppelgรคnger.
Ecstasy is the velvet night that caresses us.
The Milky Way melting into its dark reflection.
Night reaching toward oblivion.
As the waves lap lovingly at our toes.
Yearning for that point that vanishes yet becomes eternity.
Gazing longingly as if into the maw of God.
We drift among the waves as strands of sea grass;
Swaying gently within the womb of the Sea.
Direction meets extinction.
Worry flees.
Liberated by compassion.
We are seen.
Spaciousness filling emptiness with love.
And We are one.
ยฉ2025 Andrea Curran
This poem was analyzed by our very own Scogli di Fiume recently and I wrote a reply! Iโd love for you to check it out! It goes into the history of this poem and some of the metaphor that shaped it!
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I think this is exactly what I needed for a change. That fragment about sea grass and the womb of the sea was so delicate. I could hear the waves and feel my feet on the sand.
This was such a beautiful escape! ๐บ