With the sound of the ocean moving.
Far out in the distance,
You can see the trees sway in the warm wind.
The crisp air flows through,
Causing the ocean to move gracefully.
It radiates beauty, reflecting seven colors:
Multiple shades of white — for innocence, charm, and purity;
Red — for romance and love;
Yellow — for joy;
Orange — for enthusiasm and energy;
Blue — for calmness and loyalty;
Pink — for gentleness and admiration.
A woman of the ocean.
She stands in complete stillness,
Close by the ocean, on warm sand.
She wears a flowing, strapless, sky-blue dress,
With touches of white to represent the clouds.
Absorbing nature silently,
Her eyes closed,
She begins to visualize the world around her.
Her hands are in the position of Tai Chi cloud hand,
Knees slightly bent, facing the ocean.
Suddenly, a quick, painful sigh escapes her
As she begins to perform Tai Chi.
With every vision in her mind,
Tears begin to fall—
And the ocean waves start to rise.
Her vision is a reflection of her past,
A hurtful one—
A life without her father.
She always longed for him.
These are tears of an absent childhood,
Raised by her mother, day in and day out.
These tears must stop.
She silently grows inside painful memories
Too heavy to speak of aloud.
Are these visions truly hers?
Is this her pain she is seeing and feeling?
A woman of the ocean.
Her vision is carved deep within her mind.
The pain of abandonment, of deadbeat fathers.
This pain pours from her soul,
As another sigh escapes.
Her words may stumble when she speaks,
Yet they are fluently written in motion.
One movement at a time,
She lets her pain flow with the water.
One movement at a time,
She lets it drift away with the wind.
She stands,
Facing the ocean,
Allowing all her pain to fade.
What once was dark red is now replaced with peace.
The water’s flow slows to a halt.
The wind’s direction stills.
The only movement—
A gentle flutter of her dress.
This is healing from Mother Earth.
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