I Stood on the Shore

I Stood on the Shore

A Poem by Scott Lee

I stood on the shore. A great ocean called out to me. At first the fear gripped me. But then I decided to Sprint towards it. F**k it, I thought. It's too beautiful not to swim out there.

I got lost in the waves, body surfing for years, lost in the roar and crash of it all. But as time passed something else beckoned me. I wanted to go past the waves to see what else was out there but I couldn't make it past the tremendous breakers.

I waited. I almost drowned. Pulled and dragged by rip tides, I was tossed around like a wounded puppy, I suffered and failed time and time again until one day the waves turned to glass and I made a break for it. I swam out there, headed for mystery and depth, I was tired but I kept at it.

The burning curiosity driving me.

What lies beyond the struggle?

When I went far enough
Way Way out

Hitting all the silence where words seemed unable to follow.

Submerged there, almost helpless in great depths I began to listen.

A great connection began to build.

It was there in the quaking waters of my heart I saw myself sparkling in every drop of water. Every single heart was connected too. No greater, no less than any other drop.

I realized I had to swim back to help the other shore dwellers realize this, only hoping they'd believe me. It was a grand idea, after all to believe in when one was raised in hell that was over run by vicious wolves teaching that hatred was strength, and love was weak. But I had to try even if only one person believed it.

When I went back my tears burned golden drops from the spectacular Sun
In my eyes,
and I couldn't speak for a long time. I was digesting darkness, transmuting it back to Love.

There was a stirring and rustling in my soul.

It is hard to say how or what this felt like.

A pile of April leaves taken flight from a steady breeze on a day when nothing feels impossible because you know
that Love is a miracle and it's burning up your happy blood.

Turning up the volume to the most sincere song I ever was blessed to hear for the briefest moment it carved me into You and I knew that I could do my best to carry you like You carried me.

This is what we wanted.

Redemption for the entire Galaxy.

And the one after that.

Our dream turned out bigger than even your imagination.

More overlooked than anything.

You
Hidden
In
Us

Hidden in the very wind itself

And anything else
Alive or not

Crush us

Doubt us

Enslave

Slaughter
Or
Burn

We always come back

Humbled servant keepers

Standing on the shore

Helping our brothers through.

Moving rough between shore
And the deep end of that tremendous ocean.

I stood in the middle of you
One simple flow of incredible power.

Say a whisper and I'll hear you from forever.

Stray
And
I do
Too.

Cry and I'll cry more

For them
For me
For us
For everything

Feeling alone
And
Totally
Gone
Away.

We feel that too.

There's nothing unknown to them.

The golden ones that are inside us.

Don't ask me how it works?

Co-created
Genius
Love sails every horizon
And knows us all by name.

If you walk
So do they

Our angels standing
On our shores
Closer than your own shadow
Loving you no matter what,

No conditions.

Just breathing
In
The air
Our sails
Unfold
And we
Go
Rushing
The golden coined slot machine
ripples
Reflecting us
In itself.

Wow.

Look at that sky
It's like I am singing in the colors of some painting that took me into something else.

Not knowing top from bottom

Lost in the flow
Of
You
I hear you laughing
Like our Father
With

Arms

Too wide to measure.

Welcome to my Universal pad.
Let's party.

:)

© 2015 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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