Monday, January 5, 2015

Encounters

Itanhaem/SP, Brazil



My first spiritual encounter with the sea was 
in Kent one grey morning, we walked 
side by side down the shore in silence, 
you allowed me space to process its hugeness,
my smallness. 

My first physical encounter
with the sea was in Itanhaem
this week, one grey morning, 
you watched me from a spot 
in the middle of the vast blue

I watched you, 
a wave,
come into being and die,
come into being and die noisily, 
repeatedly.

Repeatedly
I came into being
and died
calmly
with you.

4 comments:

  1. I could really feel and hear the waves crashing against the shores. Wonderful imagery in here attached to a physicality.

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  2. i live by the ocean, and you've tapped directly into the essence. and then the denoument... ~

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  3. Ah... What a beautiful way to turn to observation into human experience. There is an understated sense of calm which pervades these brilliant lines.

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  4. So beautiful and intense.

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