Poetry

Rain

I longed for the ocean.
My years spent living by the sea
have not left me.
I longed for the ocean
but I turned away from it
as I moved towards the
mountains I grew up in.
The river danced its
way past me across the land
weaving its way to the beach.
The lakes offered a glimpse
of the expanse of the Pacific
but they grew dry with the long summer
and lost any resemblance to the sea.
In the heat of a summer turning fall,
in the smoke of a wild fire out of control,
I longed to be at the ocean
I longed for the waves to come to me.
One by one,
washing me clean
of the fires, the karmas, the endless chatter
always soothed by the rhythm of the sea.
And the ocean did come.
It picked itself up into a billion little pieces
and carried itself to the mountains I grew up in.
Releasing itself like a balm upon the land.
And so I dance my dance of gratitude.
And add my blessings to this cycle
as the water returns to the sea.

-Taya

About the Author

Taya MTaya Malakian is a poet, an artist, a yogini, a mother, and a minister/spiritual advisor. She strives to be a "Medicine Woman for the Modern World" bringing deep wisdom, ceremony and soulfulness into every aspect of daily life. She lives in Nevada City, Ca.View all posts by Taya M →