Titanic Toxicity

Imagine yourself adrift in an open sea. There are no obstructions as it is fluid, each particle miniscule, blending balanced in an equal exchange, giving to the freedom and flight of evaporation and the steadfast horizontal viscous flow. Always moving and swirling in motion is this never ending magnetic draw from waters memory. Sailing now with the wind are we, in direction of the sun's horizon and ever so merrily drifting with the tide.

And so it is, you realize how much your are alike. Yet all the while knowing there are limits and boundary to which you must adhere. For the likeness and the flows opposition also finds you there.

A self sustaining world she is within, and yet she exists within another to nurture their being. Without her we would cease to be, for our balance is one timed with nature as is the sun to rise and each plant to grow in exchange of hydrogen and oxygen's glow. Of these things man has mind to reason and know. There is life within her seizing and reigning at depths untold. A place unseen that we are oblivious to. Her calculated meandering encroaches as her insiduous nature becomes insolent, invading as vast boundary surmounts the land.

We are not unlike her. Our behaviors manifest deep within too. And we, just as she, react to the stresses placed upon us. She seeks no vengeance as the crest gains momentum of the internal force which drives her, nor does she seek to extinguish life in the depths of the waves trough.

Earth's mass too beckons this internal force which shifts dense boundary as she engulfs the shore, ravaging and eroding all that vulnerable above as so below, drawing unto her every ridge the sand that the wind so meticulously heaped into foothills. She creates a pass through which she might travel, moving slowly now over land and through valleys like a glacier, cresting with momentum to cradle and nurture the land, pleading for health and purging water's cleanse.

And as these waves settle gently now on new shores, submerged beneath pressures we fear, is a life without knowledge of her fierce, engulfing anger. She evenly and warmly fulfills their needs with elements and minerals pouring forth, bonding the constituents of harmony to reason survival. Life to feed life, giving without question and in no need of answers. For what is, just is.

She is the sea. A mightly ocean encapsulated within a vast boundary of fluid dreams. A responding body of water unmerciful at times, who records eternity with incrustations on rock, sifting and shifting to shape each grain of sand by rhythmic beats of her waves upon the shore. We exist above, seemingly beyond this boundary, never to sustain within. We tread upon that which surrounds her, aways taking heed to the intonations made by her voice as waves crash, then blend into the shore.

Life as the ship at sea shall always be set adrift. Searching to seek the calm and peace of the shore, only to once and again find ourselves out adhering to the pull of the tides. This pull for salvation shall set us free beyond safety of the perimeters set in motion of oppositions claim. To accept the flow, though it be against wish of the shore, is within our domain. These ventures are to guide us to our destiny. Intuituion and instinct speak without word, therein harmonizing our actions.

She feeds reflecting the energy of the sun and glow of the moon. She draws the clouds as the horizontal force of the winds deprive they blend. But as the rains begin their vertical descent, she opens gracefully accepting each drop. Continuous is the cycle of these matter and in them we find ourselves conjoined in basis of our likeness. Water is responsible as it never fails the simplistic rise of ascension through separation in gaseous exchange, only to descend and here once again join our hands in viscous motion, so that we too might now drift.

We find reason and therefore understanding of the things we do. In regard and neglect for all she gives and maintains, we are taking for granted with an ever assuming posture she is eternal.. We fail to realize we must give in return to maintain balance in nature. She knows our actions will reap her power and might, for it is through our salvation she takes back all that we failed to give.

Man's carelessness, stripping and raping seeds of hers and our futures. Now in our pollution dense we see a saturating and weighing of the evaporatory release of energies vital, which mislaid shall sink this ship out to sea, never to find the shore and to submerge neath weight of our own doing.

The sea need not reason her actions, as thought does not find her place unaware. It is as it is. She seeks no harm nor vengeance, and justice comes of our thoughts demand. There is no right or wrong, as it is the way of things. For we do not gravitate in her tide. We find our pull amidst cranial chamber behind window of our eye.

As nature corrects the imbalance in the brain and the projection which has distorted our thoughts and vision blinding us, what comes into view finds man dying as mother earth and circulation in her streams gain the tide to reach out and touch healing that which sustains us. And should the solidity of matter prevent she seep into the place where stillness flows, she shall no longer gain way for strength to prolong that which she knows. Yet all the while purifying in mechansim to lift into the air weights which seem immovable. Her energies find obstruction in the barriers which our minds have taught our hands to build. Now our reasoning unknowingly negligent has construct in opposition her flow. A potential detached in borders which parallel insanity, and the link of unconscious thought owerwhelms behavior.

We take that to set as a portion, curious to cause as it once poured in unison and we form the substance to line our concrete jungles. It strangles all beneath, preventing the waters seepage and overflow to absorb in parched and hungry soil. Here again we find ourselves with misguided intent as the thought to precede purpose is caught unaware.

In time to pass ever so swift we find striking resemblance of our pain and disease mimicked in nature all around us and we wonder what went wrong with the intention of our creative thought. To each who live and are derived from substance alike, perchance cause can be extract from life not far extinct and we can then begin a renewal of our wrongs.

- Blanche McLanahan.