The Mermaid / Syrena

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

She – the mystery of

the consciousness depths –

searches for 

her soul

among the whispers

of her hips. 

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

She catches them – 

those snippets of answers

dancing at the bottom

of the darkness. 

Drudgingly, she creates

a mosaic of her gifts.

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

Tempted by the witch’s offer:

change, exchange, pact.

Will she swap her gifts for legs?

Will she find her place on the surface?

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

She gives them away –

too quickly, too willingly.

She emerges on the land

 and follows this fake light

into the world 

she doesn’t belong to.

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

There – no one sees her,

her magic, her beauty.

She is alone – unheard,

misunderstood,

mistreated,

disappointed. 

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

She – the mystery

the consciousness depths –

sees clearly her mistake.

She doesn’t let it die, though.

She walks away, walks away

to live among

her new sisters. 

Life flows,

so does creativity and time.

Like the waves of an ocean,

the moments roll on, roll on.

They – the daughters of the air

welcome her warmly.

With them, she discovers

her gifts.

She accepts them, 

and celebrates them,

offering them to the world.

offering them to the world.

Art by Emilie Barton
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