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WHERE THE RIVER MEETS THE OCEAN by Marine L. Rot


Poetry, as we known it, greatly assists the healing process...

 The vibration of words allows us to connect and make sense of the some times inexpressible wounds of our past.

Poetry helps us grow and harmonize with all the aspects of our multifaceted self. It reconciles the mind and the heart, and the body and the soul, which at times conflict one another.

Words are inspiring, healing, and illuminating.

“Where The River Meets The Ocean” is the first poem featured in my poetry book “Kauai’s Gift”, which I wrote after I was exposed to a life-changing, Near Death Experience when caught in the wild waves of the north shore of the island of Kauai. It reveals the different facets of Life, the gift of each and every moment, sadness and joy, anger and peace, as perfection.

I invite you to discover this poem through dance and sound in this video:


 Where The River Meets The Ocean

Where the river meets the ocean,
I find myself, crying to God.

So much beauty...

Thank you for this gift.

Where the river meets the ocean,
I find myself, crying to God.
So much fear...
Thank you for this gift.

Where the river meets the ocean,
I find my love and my lust,
my light and my shadow,
my joy and my sorrow.

Where the river meets the ocean,
water flowing within herself,
diving and flying,
floating and surfing.

Seeing her full integration
into this communion.

~
I offer my book “Kauai’s Gift’ to anyone seeking inner peace and traveling on a journey of self-love. It is illustrated with my own watercolor paintings. I hope the art and poetry in my book continue to touch the hearts of people all over the world, as well as here today. (For more information on Marine's book click here) 
~Pictured is the author and artist Marine L. Rot~


Marine L. Rot is an Art DirectorAuthor, Creative Coach but beyond any label, a Lover of Life. For the last decade, she has been combining her visual talents and emotional intelligence to give birth to successful projects for start-ups and renowned companies in the field of Authentic Branding. A Life-changing Experience on the island of Kauai, Hawaii, has brought Marine a significant spiritual shift, allowing her to reconnect to her Divine aspect within. As a tribute to Life, she published the poetry book Kauai’s Gift, reaching many people’s hearts around the globe. Marine is now empowering individuals to unleash their Highest Creative Potential through unique coaching sessions worldwide. “Life is a Divine canvas, ready to be painted, a book to be written, a stage to be performed on… the open space for infinite creation. And you are invited.” For more information about her story and services, visit her website here.  Or connect with her on Facebook here. 


~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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