Casa Specchio Del Mare

(Mirror of the Sea)


There is a piccolo home on a far away mountain side,
Seen once before in a dream. 
It whispers to you of your ancestors.
It invites you even in rain.

You ground yourself between mountains & mare
You breathe
You feel generations of vibrations & so many lives,

Olive trees sway & dip in the easy breeze. 
The sky, vast & white, 
Bright like J.W Turner's rays of light.

Low slung clouds meet mountain top
fairy tale fog kisses & skirts the rolling hills.
An echo of the opal foam breaking on mermaid tear waves.

You sit in this moment & think to yourself,
Here & now, I enjoy.
I am bliss,
I am.
I Am.