sea poem 01

last week we biked to the sea of Japan on a sunny wednesday afternoon — and time stretched out like a rubber band. the day felt long and lazy. I couldn’t believe how close the sea was — so close, yet so out of sight. since a few years ago, per my Scorpio self (mid a very painful molting process), I began relating to the ocean like a soul mother. it soothed me with its darkness, its unknowable depths, its sudden storms, its crashing sounds, like a lullaby. it knows all the answers, and it tells it back to me.

so I stood there by the water and I asked it what I needed to hear. right here and right now, in my life. I heard the sea telling me about the notion of knowing my own power. what power I held within me: my words, my art, my way of being in the world — power I need not be afraid of, power I need not hide from. the power to change lives, defy patriarchal, capitalist systems, to shift universes and modes of being.

it sounded very dramatic, but I listened. I know that my work has power, but I don’t think about it on a day to day basis. I get up early and I do my thing. I write, meditate, practice piano, do yoga, cook dinner. I sleep before 10:30pm. over time, it has become easier and easier to do my thing, and allow my thing to do me. I simply become the vessel, the container to hold all the energy.

but sometimes it feels good to be reminded. that there is a power from deep within me — me but not me — which wants to speak, and to move and transform things in the world. so I simply listen. I let it be.