The Universal Song
A poem capturing the essence of Gaia’s energy, whose universal connections are graced through song.
The approaching official launch date (March 20) for Andoea Judith’s GODDESS: Blessed Reunions with the Feminine Face of the Divine, (the 14th book in the exciting Common Sentience book series), has prompted me to post the poem I wrote, prior to adapting it into a story which is included in Anodea Judith’s book. The title I chose for the story is The Womb of Cave Beach, however, the poem is titled The Universal Song.
To provide some context for the poem, I have included a couple of paragraphs from the unedited version of The Womb of Cave Beach.
Calling this island continent of Australia home, most people live around the coast and I was no exception. I grew up on the urban beaches of Melbourne, and after having met John and settling in the inner suburbs of our great city, we embarked on a tree change retirement some 25 years later. We were not too far inland from the iconic Great Ocean Rd towns popular with local and international tourists alike. With such easy access to beaches, they symbolise the cultural imaginings and accepted psyche of many Australians. With that regard, Cave Beach was no different to any other beach; ever so reliable for assisting one to come to one’s senses literally; renewing an enthusiasm and energy for life. On initial greetings and in my haste to reach her shore, Cave Beach afforded me the smells, taste and wild welcoming energies of all the beaches I have ever encountered.
The familiarity of first steps onto sand is usually associated with the onset of prolonged Summers and encompassing rituals; of youth seeking independence and young love; of families seeking happy memories and moments for photo books; of aging couples reaping the rewards of retirement before ‘kicking the bucket.’ Except my beautiful life partner had ‘kicked the bucket’, succumbing to a cruel and relentless disease, paradoxically two years after his retirement. It had taken me the best part of 4 years to embark on ‘our’ bucket-list trip, ‘solo’. Like many others before me and yet to come, the ‘dark night’ of my soul had been the catalyst for pursuing a pre-existent, albeit it shallow interest in spiritualism. So here I was, in the first few days of a multidimensional trip; an intentional act of faith; defiance; courage; love? An attempt to practice being and healing; gratitude; acceptance of the eternal?
The Universal Song
In my illusory solitude,
The beach wilderness beckons.
Her textured beauty alluring my eyes,
An invitation to embody and enlighten the senses.
You are not alone.
Grounding my feet in her cool caramel carpet,
Her biscuit speckles lodge between my toes.
The sun’s caress admonishes the wintery onshore breeze,
Momentarily negating the whiff of stranded seaweed.
Crouching, I scoop and squeeze a fistful of crumbly sand.
Her nurturing warmth nudges me closer to the shoreline,
Past a splattering of cast out pebbles and shells.
Girded by the push and pull of the Her rhythmical movement,
I pause to appreciate the elemental harmonies,
Grateful for Her welcoming energy.
Breathe-in, the receding swathe of jiggling whitecaps
Relinquish to the sodden shoreline.
Breathe-out, the cascading ocean’s thunder
Renders slithers of foam that lick at my feet,
The finality of symphonic sets of waves.
Wind and waves, collaborators in cocreating
Concealed undercurrents of oceanic highways,
Connecting the pulse of sea and land.
Suspended above the protective blanket of drifting clouds,
Hangs the sweeping, azure canvas of sky.
Commissioning Her gusts to conceal a swell of sorrow,
A surfacing plea erupts, for mercy and guidance.
Yielding to the power of Gaia’s energies,
A tsunami of sadness; anguish and loss dislodges,
Hurling and heaving from the depths of being.
The intense yet brief purging befalls a bereft silence,
Your familiar energy offers an embracing reminder.
A reclaiming calm ensues.
Again drawn to unite with Her breath,
She exhales a hushed, reverential Shhhh.
An initiating, low vibrational hum arises,
Manifesting and radiating from my heart center,
Expanding into a smooth, sonic baritone song,
Sublime and soothing to senses and soul.
The voice of Angels, Guides and Guardians?
Astounded and somewhat perplexed, I linger,
Whereupon, a majestic pod of whales breach in their migratory drift,
Resonating with and reflecting the frequency of Source energy.
Enshrouded with dignity; grace; gratitude; love and connection,
Reminding me I am already home.
GORGEOUS!!!! Every line resonates! I refer to the Ocean as Sister and she is that and so much more. You are never alone, sweetheart. Never. You may be by yourself, but never alone. XO
Simone, your words are ab-soul-utely breath-taking - a symphony of love, loss, healing and connection woven into the pulse of Mama Gaia, Herself. The way you express grief as something carried by the rhythms of nature, as if the ocean itself listens and responds, is profoundly moving.
Your poem holds the quiet strength of surrender and renewal, reminding me that even in solitude, we are never truly alone. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful heart and beautiful art.
Yours is the third ‘sea’ and ‘soul’ themed poem I read this week. I’m reaching for my pen as I can pay you no better compliment than to tell you that I’m divinely inspired. The weather is looking very good here on the south coast over Easter, so I shall be heading to beach, to muse. 🩵🌊