Poetry

 

Seamless

Seamless Ocean,
Seamless Sky.
Only land
has borders
where we
humans stop
being open and
seamless.
Scars of warring,
wounds of owning
occupy and keep,
keeping us from
the true expanse of Soul.
Beyond borders
stretches the boundless,
out-of-control,
All That Is, created
immeasurably
Seamless.

~Anne S. Perrah

 

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