Tuesday, June 14, 2011


The beach.  
I don't know why exactly, but the ocean is my earthly home.  Beside it's shore, I breathe easy.  In it's waters my cares are washed clean. I float, without effort or concern, I just float.  Then with an easy heart, I begin to play, darting in and out of waves, grinning from ear to ear, sand and sea foam, with an open horizon, blue and wide with possibility.  On sand my feet feel most sure.  Floating, in warm waters, I breathe without holding my breath, shoulders relax, heart alert.  In the ocean I am not afraid of being alive, I am simply here and I am buoyant.  I could say, "I am a surfer's child".  I could say, "I am a pisces".  I could say, "I am a water child".  I could say any number of things.  I know this only, leaving the ocean is a bit like tearing off a limb, only to find it's wide waters lapping within, on the shore of Self, reminding me over and over again, to trust the waters and simply float.

3 comments:

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sandra said...

Floating Here with you .....nothing to be done, simply recieving the fullness of emptiness. love always love

wind said...

Oh beautiful you. The ocean longs for you every bit as much...