oceans – Rivers Renewed

Acadia Returns

The fog hovered low that evening as he stood silently in the sand listening to the waves. The rhythm washing every scar of the day, the worrying.

Rocks made smooth from the ocean, he thought about her and that he might even smile, until he needed to zip up his jacket a little higher. He relit his pipe, and as he walked home he watched the sand,

surrounding his boots and then give way again and again. He pulled his hat down further due the chill, and he thought of the lamps he left on in his cottage,

and quilts hanging over chairs, and a steaming, hot cup of tea.

He wondered if her ghost would be there again.

Either way, Acadia would always live

within him.

You Draw Me Closer

You draw me closer My Love, to the infinite One

when we close our eyes, we become

the horizon

of ocean and sky

ebb and flow

in the giving and taking

gently touching,

becoming one

we are free,

from time, and space.

And never alone.

Releasing Her Heart Song

Her mystery, her very own essence rolling through the waves, and the release of her heart song ascending through the ocean air,

but would he hear her calling, even in the neglect of his own spirit? still grasping for that mountaintop as if he could see into the history forming.

Would he hear her calling from the depths of her desperation?

Would he hear her voice?

Note: This is experimental.

Seagulls Hover, Floating on the Wind

20190719_151842(0)

Seagulls hover, floating on the wind mostly white wings,

dipped in black

ignoring the shadows of the coming storm

I turn to My Love and her eyes are closed,

as she whispers a prayer

and I realize, perhaps comprehend

the peace of the waves,

and the healing

of a blue sky

yet remaining…

Ocean Wind

100_1467

There are times when the wind from the ocean is malicious, yet on this day he noticed the wind was carrying a particulate peace from the depths,

moving beyond the weight and heaviness below the surface, instead moving determined, up and over,

towards the shore, and through the pines trees, winnowing. Finally swirling around his face, around his being,

whispering words, that lifted his spirit in an unknown language, sort of like music. So in a deep breath, he let it all go…..

How is it that the wind seeks us, until we are encouraged?

Breathe Deeply

20190719_151339

And in my dream I was drawn to the surface of the ocean, as if coming alive again,

or hearing for the first time, with My Love whispering, “Breathe deeply” and she said….

“you will find your significance, the freedom of your spirit….if you will only open…”

It was then my lungs filled, taking in….the purest of air.

Memories in the Waves

20190719_151339

Sunlight on the waves, and seagulls declaring their glory remind me of so many summers ago.

Of rafting in the ocean, and fishing in the twilight. Of swimming in the waves, ducking under

and the 14 year old me, being liked by the brown haired girl. I wished I had asked her name.

Of Dad and I walking the boardwalk. Of fried chicken dinners, and so many shadows of him

still living here, as I walk barefoot in the wet sand.

Lord God, I do miss him, but thank you for my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day.

In My Love’s Eyes

100_1584

I find the universe in My Love’s eyes,

the earth,

the oceans

and skies.

Ocean Meditations II

20190719_151541

The rhythym of the waves speaking to who we truly are,

we are spirit

and in the quieting of our inner life

we remember

it was not always this way,

there truly was a connection.

And I realize now

the oceans cleanse us

from who

we were never meant to be,

restoring us,

so amazingly.

Horizon Meditation

100_1102

The white blur of wings descending,

following the infinite line

of two blues converging,

as rocks on the shore count

the rhythm of waves.

He leans against a pine tree

and closes his eyes,

focusing

on a prayer.

Seagull wings.

Category: oceans