Yesterday morning
As I sat on the rocks next to the vast ocean
Of running waves, singing and humming,
I contemplated the fine line
Where the firmament (divine)
and the halcyon blue water intertwine.

I introduced myself,
No response was needed;
I already knew her name:
Mother Earth, Nature, or Life itself.

I thought of Mother Earth,
Her body: a sphere.
I thought of her love,
Eternal: a sphere.

Maternal Mother Earth,
Infinite are your blessings
For the human:
-For the woman-
Addressing
to myself your sweet caressing.

I thought of Nature
And her gifts:
Two legs to run free and venture,
Two windows and the world as their feast,
A heart stronger than any of my limbs,
And a brain that moves with poetry instead of fists.

I thanked life,
Who has impregnated mine with
Beauty: a naked soul.
A free soul, incandescent as the sun,
Who feeds of passion, insatiable.

Life seeks for a life,
Whose soul will echo her own,
Whose love will erode her tears,
Whose arms will hug away her fears.

Dear Life, you have doomed me
With sweet romanticisms
And human skepticisms.
My soul is pray of female fragility,
This thirst for love irrupts my tranquility.

I am jealous of the ocean
Who touches heaven
With her salty lips.

I envy the ocean
Because it is not human
But gives life as a woman.

I envy the ocean
Because she can cry,
but feels no pain.

So I took off my clothes
And submerged my body
Into that illuminated entity of peace.

The agony was gone.