We Are Ocean

 

We are not just one drop - we are Ocean.
We have come here to unleash our souls
into the wind, and soar the mountains.
Be vast.
When they try to stuff you into corners,
step out into the scary middle of things
and be heard. 

What if you knew the blueprint of your soul,
the task the universe sent you here to accomplish?
Would you rise to the challenge,
or say "it's too much" and retreat?

We may never know all we are meant to do here,
but here's how I've come to understand it:
we are meant to be of service to each other,
meant to give, out of the fullness of our hearts,
meant to sing, with joy; bathe in the beauty
of midnight skies full of stars,
lope happily along sandy beaches.
We are meant to be vast,
release our souls into the ether,
breathe with dolphins, attune to 
the heartbeat of the Earth Mother,
sing with wolves and whales.

We are meant to speak with sparrows,
those secrets small beings know,
who understand they are part of
the Great Mystery,
part of the All That Is and, thus,
have hearts as large as lions.

Inspired by "You Are Oceanic" by Tapiwa Mugabe and Wild Writing with Laurie Wagner. The italicized lines are the poet's. And shared at earthweal where Brendan has us contemplate Michaelmas: St Michael, the patron saint of ocean-farers. Coincidentally I just penned an ocean poem before visiting earthweal. A call to arms for these times when we need to play large if we are to effect any change at all.