Waking from reverie

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I dreamt often
of a far away land
of blue, green and gold
of love,music and spirits
of flowers, birds and children
of waves, sun and sand
and woke up to city traffic
and ambulance sirens.
The everyday rush I couldn't
escape and longed more
for the dreamland.
I want all this to end -
the dreaming and waking up.
So I now choose to 
go within, withdraw
and take in the quiet within.
Just let the quiet spread
to every cell in the body
and float.
Then it doesn't matter
when and where
I wake up.

Calling ocean..2

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It's the light
that falls on the water
and moves with the waves
that tells me
to ride the breeze
and play with the colours
of the sky.
I have no desire
any more
to get to the treasures
that lie below
deep, buried.
There will be takers,
I know
and good luck to them.
For me
the rawness of the rocks
stickiness of sands
and the soft murmur
in my marrow
is more than enough.

Calling ocean

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I am the child of this ocean
and all the others
that reside in
the being of men
who venture out
and in the womb
of women
who conceive of love
pure and unbounded.
My life mirrors
the storms and the calm
that returns inevitably
to the silence of depths
and the depth of silence
in the realisation of 
the eternity of life.
Yet I long 
to play on the waves
for that momentary
bliss of merging
self completely
in that moment.

Companion..

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Without my knowing
life turned the shade
grey
and everything looked 
ashen
desolate
cold and hard
like these rocks
the base of shifting sands
What can I ask
of myself
or anyone?
Is there really
any movement 
from here to there?
I wonder and seek
solace in 
the companionship 
of a rock
unmoving and solid.

To be a tree...again

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The bark draws 
me with its raw
appeal
its rough exterior
can still turn green
with juices
of life inside.
It stands strong
and yet waves to the distant
thunder
and sways to the 
mighty winds
holding firm
to its deep roots.
There is a poetry
timeless
running through
its veins
and into mine.

Shudders..

Shudder I do
for a moment
when I realise
what I am reduced
to when I 
return to
my daily grind.
Their gazes
speak to every pore
of my body
trying to gouge out
every bit of flesh
and every bit of muscle.
They are empty within
and want to empty their
filth into me.
Gosh! It's better to float
on the water 
endlessly letting
the waves take you
and the fish tickle you
and the sharks devour you.

Time to move...

Nothing happens in the out there
as a lot stirs within
the waves whisper their eternal secret
into my veins
that crisscross
this superbly crafted
creation of nature
-keep moving
 even life changes
at the same place.
There is a lot to give
and a lot to take
and the time is running
and so it's now or never
the time to move.

Lastly...

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Loneliness of existence
vastness of the universe
As I gaze upon
the distant horizons
I hear the soft murmur
of the waves as though
whispering an invitation
to jump and immerse
in the timeless cycle
of nature
But I don't want to lose
my self
and lastly....
I am alone in the vastness..

Simply to....

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Under the clear blue sky
waves work up the silly foam
of nothingness,
to the merriment of the 
ragged black rock.
The ocean roars from
time to time
from time immemorial
to call attention to
its vastness.
My gaze is fixed 
on the vanishing
beauty of the designs
left behind by the foam.
I am stripped of
all garment
and open to the elements.
The elemental fury within
is simply waiting to merge
in the flux of the deep 
vacillations of the ocean.

Caught...

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Silken is smooth sand 
so is my tender skin
Soft is the light of the dawn i
so is the murmur in my heart.
Waves grow in their roar
so does the turmoil in me
I can feel it, the beauty of being
and the pain of carrying it
and the softness of curves
and the yearning of the flesh
I am caught in covering it up
and yet looking on with hope.

Waves

Waves break and form
incessantly
unwaveringly
and I watch
transfixed
on their play
all by myself
taking in
their eternity