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THERE IS AN EMBRACE WE WANT WITH OUR WHOLE BEING by Ocean Michelle Nagle

I wrote this poem after swimming with a new friend…

We swam with monofins and allowed our bodies to move in the water like dolphins and whales, swimming as a whole, unified body. I began to spontaneously make sounds underwater, similar to a whales sound... and she could hear me quite a ways away underwater. We swam behind each other and listened to the sounds... after doing this for an hour, and swimming together... my being did not want to go back on land.

I was remembering our Oceanic roots... and the strong remembering of being together as a pod, that deep place within where we are joined with everything... and our movements and sounds and knowing is graceful, no words, no competition, no trying, no assuming, no being judged or judging.

The place where the rhythms of life are who we are.

There is an Embrace we want with our Whole Being…

To meet another 

whose eyes

reflect the wild lands of our primordial roots…

Our bodies soften & strengthen,

nasal snorts

paws pushing into dirt.

Take up residency here

where your ‘wild call’s to the night

are heard and responded to.

Here, you are greeted with a language beyond words

We understand the body’s delectable

movements, stillness

and the need to rest close

with other knowing mammals.

This space between the notes

resilient

filled with pulsing colors

vibrating life

sounding into being,

air as bubble in water

pierces my consciousness

and asks of me to join

the soft bellied seal

as our eyes meet 

and I remember

to whom I belong…

the Sea.

Resting on the bellies of those who know –

we call each other back into Being.

Only home I’ve ever known

sings wild oceanic songs

that bond us primally

to One another

and to a life that shatters the veil

that had kept us prisoners to a culture that lost its soul.

I return now, 
full bodied

twirling through water

breaching into air

amphibious no more…
the seals eyes beckon to a life I know by heart

and ‘I’ give way to my life as the Sea.


Ocean Michelle Nagle: “I began writing poems at the age of 5. I looked out at the night sky and write about the stars, or perhaps I wrote to the stars. I have always been an introspective deep person, who has a hard time tolerating the mundane things of life... always wanting to open the door of a greater life for people... always wanting to let them know how incredibly beautiful and delicious they are. Wanting to spark out of them their innate wildness, their animal nature combined with their deep spiritual presence... this is a profound place to live within oneself and one's world of companions - both human creature and animal creature. My wish for all of life is that it remembers its true name, and lives from the belly of love, and that we tend to this earth and to One another with great tender care and mercy.”
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