Sacred Flow Arts
SACRED FLOW ARTS: Balancing Body, Mind, and Spirit



I stand at the edge of the sea

seduced by the moon,

my last egg like a pearl

in a tiny silk purse.

Perhaps tonight is the night

she will tire of the silence,

give into the yearning,

begin her journey toward life.

But there will be no connection

and she’ll flow like the tide,

another drop in the ocean

reflecting the stars

and I’ll be sovereign and free

like my mother before me

and her mother, and hers—

like a pearl, like the moon


Artwork by Lisa Hunt

PoetryPaula MartinComment