the sea
floods me
with its
see-through calyx
it leeches on
my sorrow
and purges
my spirit.
i revive
once i
emerge
but the water
turns darker,
murkier.
blood curling
silence fills
the ambiance
it’s too late to run,
too late to halt it.
The sea, salty repeats, salt on my lips and sun in my eyes, make sure sunscreen is covering, feet sandcovered, flip flops in my hand, fingers outstretched, shells carefully balanced, walking around sharp coral, watching the ripples, dipping my toes in the edge of an ancient mystery.
The sea had so many faces. On sunny days, it was blue and glassy with the surface washing up on the beach with foam. On rainy days, it was moody, as if trying to think of what to do, seek revenge on polluters or wait for the sun and return to calm again.
she stood on the shore. white sand, peppered with colourful shells. the sea was calling to her again. she watched the gentle waves in the breeze, urging her to join them. to swim, to drown, anything but stay on the godforsaken dry land. she was meant for the clear waters, for the wild storms.
the sea
floods me
with its
see-through calyx
it leeches on
my sorrow
and purges
my spirit.
i revive
once i
emerge
but the water
turns darker,
murkier.
blood curling
silence fills
the ambiance
it’s too late to run,
too late to halt it.
The sea, salty repeats, salt on my lips and sun in my eyes, make sure sunscreen is covering, feet sandcovered, flip flops in my hand, fingers outstretched, shells carefully balanced, walking around sharp coral, watching the ripples, dipping my toes in the edge of an ancient mystery.
The sea had so many faces. On sunny days, it was blue and glassy with the surface washing up on the beach with foam. On rainy days, it was moody, as if trying to think of what to do, seek revenge on polluters or wait for the sun and return to calm again.
she stood on the shore. white sand, peppered with colourful shells. the sea was calling to her again. she watched the gentle waves in the breeze, urging her to join them. to swim, to drown, anything but stay on the godforsaken dry land. she was meant for the clear waters, for the wild storms.
A sea of consciousness,
Around us,
And in us.
A multitude of beings,
Alive, aware,
Vital, and full of inner activity.
A sea of Being,
Made up of billions of minds,
Human
And other species.
The sea is everywhere,
But each individual can only see
Their single drop.