I'm Your Blue Ocean Poem by Marieta Maglas

Giving or not giving voice to the heretical words...

Understanding that true love is scarification.....

For being or not being.

True love inundating the conundrum
Like that sacred river of longing,
Sometimes flowing swiftly through landscapes
Astounding the lurid heart.....

The sound of silence passing...
Passions galvanizing the wounds and
pain mares for enduring...

Trying to heal the injury...

Flying gulls beneath the lower bowl,
touching the blue waters of the ocean.....
Waves and sad memories dancing on the golden sand....
Shying away from the horizon line....
Vessels screaming and shouting their hearts out....
Swimming across the ocean of red burning coals,
Searching for that golden threshold.....

The color spectrum gives the necessary senses
to the lights of absolution,
When their senses turn inward.....

Gazing at the mountain from the window pane...
From the indoor side of that rain-rinsed windowpane.....
Sitting on that mountain and gazing at the stars....
Birds gliding across, like a rainbow rising,
spreading their wings, streaming..
Those birds fly in a variety of ways,
ranging from gliding to soaring to flapping....



The crystalline steeping slopes
of the mountain multi-faces....
Being decorated with climbing ropes,
heavenly as seen from above....
And the crystalline waters, steeping cliffs,
hidden lakes, and lush forests...

A sign of divine love...

Understanding that love is like the Earth and gravity,
Inseparable.....

Life is like walking in the middle of the park,
Embracing the crouch air,
Or embracing change by resisting
the defensive crouch.....
And going deep into the human system,
feeling like being born again....


The smile on the face painting an episode of the past,
Engraving our hearts with golden debris,
Like a golden pyramid, a contracting pyramid.....
Generating our consciousness and chasing away insanity....

Sounds of silence passing...

Being like a blue ocean...


Dedicated to Sulaiman Mohd Yusof