Hermit Crab New Moon: Aquarisea

HermitCrab

I was born from the land of Ocean

mixed with salt and sea.

Darkness is calming, soothing, and through it,

I sail.

SeaTurtle1

Down into the deep.

Touching nose to sand,

I feel the vibrations of Mother.

SeaTurtle Face

Rest my belly on this rock.

for a moment.

Then,

rising up, I am guided by my blue-eyes.

Blue-eyed SeaTurtle

…and there are Jellys….

whose lights hover over and drift like spaceships.

SeaGreen_JellyFish

Revealing complexity and hairlike extensions

while transparently supple

White-yellow Jellyfish

Black and white clownfish and are tickled by,

and tickle,

the sea anemone.

Nemos

I can be seen among them, peeking out from time to time.

Nemo

Majestic leafy sea dragon fills my dreams with primordial dances of creation.

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Such a marvelous costume

LeafySeadragon

Everywhere the sea continues in blue unison, the darkness abiding, providing safety and rest.

Light blue Jellyfish

…simply rocking, calming

Florescent Pink Jelly Fish

Easy lights on the eyes.

BlueJellyFish

Sacred detail.

Blue and White Jelly Fish

my dear, a Starfish

Version 2

and a Lionfish,

are here, too. ❤

Lionfish

 

Fledgling Crow

Fledgling Crow
Blue-eyed Fledgling
Fledgling Crow2
Visible feather shaft

Summer has ended up being far more full-bodied than I anticipated, and somehow I am not surprised! I still fantasize about getting my photos worked out and all my computer files found. There’s been another glitch along the way, but there is a plan. Meanwhile, I can’t seem to stop finding beings to photograph. There’s a flow that goes through the faucet regardless of any valves that may regulate it.

Um, Saturn square Neptune… for those who practice that.

Happy Summer Days! Here’s a song from the past. It came up in conversation, and this crow also has blue eyes, so…)

Desert Opening

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driving to the desert
we passed through clouds
sitting in valleys.

the fog was sometimes all around,
and sometimes beneath.

at times around bends,
the fog would dress over the lake
like a puffy white
shawl covering the shoulders
of a morning’s sunrise landscape.

frost glittered the land
from last night’s sky quaff,
while today some cows dot the hills
with their little calfs, eating and drinking
from one rumination.

hills meander, continuous and unbroken,
green and recent is
Spring’s beginning.