The Isle of Crete

Delicate, white, water lilies

swayed effortlessly

in the clear,

crystal blue waters

of the Mediterranean Sea.

Gentle waves caressed

the soft, pink sand

as the sun set slowly,

painting the horizon

in strokes of crimson,

deep cinnamon, violet,

and the lightest rose

with golden highlights

across a pale blue sky.

The last shimmering rays

illuminated a mountain

shaped like a woman’s body

laying back,

knees raised,

resting,

waiting for Apollo

to embrace her lovingly

with his pearlescent light.

I floated in the warm water,

cradled by the waves,

moving back and forth.

The evening breeze

cooled my face

as I absorbed

the radiant colors

of the fiery sun.

The first stars began to twinkle

in the indigo heavens

as a silvery moon

made its appearance

on the horizon.

Slowly, quietly, the moon rose

as surely as the ancients

had seen Apollo

in his chariot

drawn so steadily

across the star-studded sky.

I may ask now, I thought.

All the questions

I have been pondering

can now be answered.

The waters of life

that once touched

the shores of Atlantis

and dampened

the sculpted, rich,

green fields of Lemuria

rocked me

in their timeless rhythm.

The mountainous woman,

illuminated in the silvery glow

of the moon-filled, night sky,

revealed her grand silhouette

paying tribute to Gaia,

the Goddess of fertility,

and the earth in its glory.

I waited patiently,

yet no questions arose

to meet the majesty

of peace sublime.

No ripples crossed my mind

as I relaxed into a state of bliss.

All questions were answered

in the lap of nature’s bounty.

For the mind is free

when we merge

into the Oneness of Love.