Synaptic Sea
Rough lightning cracks the midnight blue
spears burning fire into my waters
Neurons shudder and spark alternate pasts
all across the quantum field as
my atomic soul
maps out a thousand seismic futures in
volcanic dark veined glass splayed
over electric sand
Then
I exhale
The tide ebbs
and
in a flash
that reaches to eternity
the storm subsides
Dragonfly
wave
skimmer
summer
sky
arctic white in shimmering black
compact prehistoric hunter drone
comes slicing through the salty air
licking at the offshore wind in alert
attack mode
sky hungry
hovers
dances
sex on
wings
next
to
I
Shimoda Beach
The life of the wave
is an energy circle.
From the invisible changes in air pressure
to the mesmerising flow of water.
The beauty of a wave is the form and chaos of the world.
Waves are the breath of the world made visible.
Catch a wave
become one
become many
become nothing
find everything
all things are one
Quiet
From stillness a wave is born,
unfolding its energy
until it becomes nothing again.
Ocean
The ocean wastes nothing
holds all life balance
gives freely and
welcomes all.
The ocean punishes arrogance
guards its secrets deep
and lives
dynamic and free.
movement
Convex waves pour into a tear-shaped bay
Water will take any shape,
the only law is flow.
Share
Water cannot be grasped
yet when its waves are shared
they create unbreakable bonds that
span continents.
girl
a little girl stumbles down the soft dune
calling to her father the waters's edge.
a surfer turns away from the waves
and makes his daughter smile.
Rockpools
These many pools in stone are separate like countries:
beautiful, interesting, self-contained;
but still only parts of the whole.
The greater sea is the mother and father of them all.
Just as our greater humanity
transcends cultures.
Shapes
A shell, a stone, driftwood, coral
love, hope, beauty, memory.
We take home the most ordinary of things
to give shape to the greatest mysteries.
Paths
Water and its mysteries.
Words and their journeys.
Speaking or in silence.
Flowing or being still:
We find what is sacred.
Time
Wet from the womb
Born into the waters of Life
Surf the wave of time.
Meditation
The history of the sea:
Water is an ancient dance.
Staring out at the crashing,
seeking patterns in the wildness.
Wet spaces turn in my mind:
The origin of water:
Breath sinks into water.
Mind is a heavy wetness.
I search the depths
for the way to go down,
to know it:
The secret in her molecules:
Inside me waves open,
stretching space in every direction.
I follow the blue inward,
till I fall or disappear.
Vastness folds in on itself:
Perfection:
Deepness narrows to a dense black point.
Something so far.
It's distance within me
matches my distance from the stars.
flow
not stuck in any one position
be like water
change your form and
constantly flow.
Listen
Listen and breath to the sound
of water moving over the sand.
Be still and let clarity
arise in you.
One
Coming and going are as one.
At the edge of the shore
we throw stones into the sea.
They return as sand under our feet.