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The Origin Deep - an original poem that only divers can really share...

Discussion in 'Scuba Poetry' started by KM Kirkpatrick, Jan 19, 2014.

  1. KM Kirkpatrick

    KM Kirkpatrick Garibaldi

    # of Dives: 500 - 999
    Location: United States
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    Seraphic faces, shapes slicked in rubber,
    With Iron Lungs strapped to their back,
    Terra Firma’s tether, now growing slack,
    Frog footed adventurers adrift in space,
    As they slip from this world’s iron bonds,
    Down the sapphire glide, of the Mother’s face.

    The needles on their compass, steady…
    Their heart’s desire, magnetic north…
    To find in full this life’s embrace,
    To see it’s bounty surging forth,
    And back, into the cool blue keep,
    Of the Mother’s womb, the Origin Deep.

    To mend the split of time and space,
    That mutes our ancient, inner voice
    And molds us, holds us, in our place…
    To transcend the blog of buzzing noise…
    We here descend, our souls complete,
    With our counterpart, the Origin Deep.

    All thoughts provoked, illusions stoked,
    Settle now into a listless sphere,
    Where life’s divergence flows into one,
    With all its’ member cast, revered.
    To dance the rim of our first keep,
    And unify in our Origin Deep.

    Here, rivers of air, so breathe your lungs,
    Here, bottomless blue, so breathes your soul,
    A map of coral dot ladder rungs,
    Here guides your thrust-kick vortex bold,
    Pushed down, held up of nature’s law,
    Of nature’s God, now drift in awe.

    Then return thou, man, to landed cares,
    Crawl back upon my outpost shores,
    To feel your weightless flight a dream…
    But leave your fins there at my door…
    A manmade webbed foot monument,
    To your long lost lover’s deep lament.

    For token, I’ll hold your souls with me,
    To find them, will your bodies yearn…
    I’ll feed and clothe them as my kin,
    Till you collect them on return.
    When you my chamber curtains part,
    And merge with me again as one…

    To run the rim of life’s first keep…
    And find again your Origin Deep.
     

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