Days at sea are what must be spent, savoured and never saved.
To know something of the worlds vastness we might ponder it’s depth
in doing so hopefully we reveal something of our own.
My ocean is a woman as soft and beckoning as she is unforgiving and impenetrable
She is a love affair with all of life
a tomb for all that dies in me.
A time capsule.
My Ocean is a deep and bottomless as I can allow myself to imagine.
Her limits are only mine, and with her as my inspiration there is no end to even the end.
I ask her for answers but realise she has told me the questions already.
She hands me the sunrise as I wake.
At nights fall she hides the sun in the hope I might sleep.
Shine she says, glisten and glimmer and foster a million ideas in every ray you reflect.
Turn inwards and outwards and feel only the shame of the shame you allowed in the first place!
There are no limits to your depth
you are an ocean
no conditions to your shallows
or the movements of your tides
rip and rant and rumble like thunder,
tear stone from stone in angers hold
then lap calmly at your own shores as you fall to sleep
to dream the next dream of being awake.
Be a thousand faces to a million people but never forget who you are.
You are an ocean
the beginning
the end
all of the above and as much and as large as you care to dream.
You are the ocean.
life is better lived wet.
Doamne Glad,nu cred ca am citit vreodata ceva mai frumos? Sunt eu inculta sau e pur si simplu sublim acest post?
multumesc Georgi pentru cuvintele frumoase :)
tot ce scrii e frumos, aștept postări noi.. ne ții ”în post” de aproape o lună
Urashima Taro.
Adancimea oceanului este una dintre minunile lui. Ascunzi in tine povesti trecute si povesti visate, infinite lumi posibile si imposibile. Dar oceanul mai are si sansa de a nu se afla in concurenta cu niciun alt ocean, sau mare, sau orice. El exista cum exista, el nu are vreme, nu are nevoie de nimic. Si, asa cum spui, e tot timpul ud, tot timpul in miscare, in freamat.
Unde esti?? Cum esti?? Da un semn!