Nationality of boat

A hand to anchor foot. All those demanding, embedded in tradition. Becoming more rock by minute. They rot, they die and they judge what they do not know. For I am a boat, only now, maybe not tomorrow, but shore, the house is spectacular given float. Ding dong, the bell rings long. Water wisdom, Love will always dissolve pain.

Only a reflective surface

10 responses to Nationality of boat

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      I feel more of water right about now, than any mammal should!

  1. Jessie,…watery and anchor like. in terms of shape which is a brill combination when you think of the necessity of one against the other. Your lines by the way are very powerful. Boy do I know a ton of folks like that xx

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Thanks Shey. Feeling like this is nice, I actually love it. I am a water baby at heart.
      A ton of folks with powerful lines?

      • I have felt for a while you are a water baby at heart. The ton of??/ Now I meant I know a ton of folks who are embedded in tradition and yeah they do rot!! x

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      I think, thinking creates the IT. Ultimately, without thought, IT probably ain’t exist!

      • Yes, that all-pervading, universal IT. Perhaps IT is really some conceptual, penultimate, near-universal deity that we might understand without any conceptualization what IT actually is. Or am I confused? The word ‘the’ runs a distant second, as in ‘the conceptual IT’. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        Ultimately mind boggling! All the more reason for heart centred living ๐Ÿ™‚

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