You held me and rocked me in your motion, when I was unborn,

Then like a river bursting a dam, you pushed me out, into the world.

You run through my blood and pump my heart,

You melt and weep, come and go with the moon, a dance that you cannot resist.

You are heavy, light, deep and shallow.

You are my liquid gold, without you, I go back to the stars.

You are flowing and healing, nourishing dry and parched landscapes and in the impatient torrents, you reclaim life, they cannot breathe you in, so they drown.

They have lost their gills and crawled onto dry land.

Noah trained us to become drylanders, our fishy tales both verbally and physically fell away, shedding like snake skin.

We discarded our sea life and came on board to be trained in drylanding, not only as fishermen but farmers.

The depths of the sea that flows through us, let us go, she let us become two legged, as all good mothers should, she let us explore.

Now, in return, we send you poison, our disregard, forgetting our beginnings and not caring for your well-being, dear Sea Mother, you are an ocean of abundance, a beautiful sapphire element, how did we come to repay you this way?

And the mother replied,” you forgot your song, a shanti of the sea, It told you who you are and the person you would be. It gave you purpose and a family in the deep. We are all connected and when you left us all behind, you began to lose the tune we sang and the dry land made you weep and blinded you to all that is life giving to the Earth and to the sea. 

Little pearl just remember your note , it will bring you back to me.