I’m always happy when I’m surrounded by water, I think I’m a Mermaid or I was a mermaid.
The ocean makes me feel really small and it makes me put my whole life into perspective… it humbles you and makes you feel almost like you’ve been baptized. I feel born again when I get out of the ocean.
The sea is very beautiful and gives us many things, but it must be understood and respected, or it will slap you …
Individually, we are one drop.
Together, we are an Ocean.
Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.
The only ship you can truly steer in this ocean is the one you’re sailing. Quit trying to alter the winds; harness them.
But I looked out at the waves far below the bluff. They looked violent, erupting against the cliff. I watched them rising – up, up, higher, higher – then falling, crashing, swirling into chaos, passing away. I breathed deeply. I tried to breathe space between my thoughts, find the space between the anger.
My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..
Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.
Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.
Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.
But there’s nothing very simple about the message I’m sending here.
The colour of your blood, the liquid through your veins,
is really just a pathway to the place that feels your pains.
The heart is an ocean but within it there’s a sun, submerged beneath the ocean, and all that is but one.
The water glittered under the moon’s careful watch, and, in the distance, steeples cut stark black silhouettes into the landscape of the distant city.
I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself – my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.