{"id":71584,"date":"2020-06-27T21:38:21","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:38:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71584"},"modified":"2020-06-27T21:38:21","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:38:21","slug":"ocean-prayer-hour-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/ocean-prayer-hour-13\/","title":{"rendered":"Ocean Prayer, Hour 13"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Deep breath<\/p>\n<p>Inhale salt spray<\/p>\n<p>Scan swells, stretch shoulders<\/p>\n<p>Time the set<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Plunge into the crashing waves<\/p>\n<p>Return to source of everything<\/p>\n<p>To where that first fish slithered onto the beach gasping for air<\/p>\n<p>Where that first single-celled amoeba divided,<\/p>\n<p>Setting off evolutionary chain that led to this moment.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Settle into rhythm of stroke,<\/p>\n<p>Breath<\/p>\n<p>Stroke<\/p>\n<p>Breath<\/p>\n<p>Stroke&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Until movement and breath fade into unconscious flow<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Flowing through primordial womb of all life on this planet, waves crashing, splashing face until the break fades behind and the open ocean opens my mind to encompass all life, dancing to gentle tidal rhythm<\/p>\n<p>Swimming through the sea<\/p>\n<p>As if it was the infinite, the physical transfers to mental, to spiritual and back again, all to the rhythm of tidal swells and&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Breath<\/p>\n<p>Stroke<\/p>\n<p>Breath<\/p>\n<p>Stroke&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Out to the edge of the bay and back again, return back into physical and time sets back to the shore<\/p>\n<p>Slide out of that salty womb to stand back on sand,<\/p>\n<p>Turn to face the majesty with a nod of gratitude and one more&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Deep breath<\/p>\n<p>Inhale salt spray<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is how I pray<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Deep breath Inhale salt spray Scan swells, stretch shoulders Time the set Plunge into the crashing waves Return to source of everything To where that first fish slithered onto the beach gasping for air Where that first single-celled amoeba divided, Setting off evolutionary chain that&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":781,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71584","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71584","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/781"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71584"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71584\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71825,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71584\/revisions\/71825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}