Big Sur

A fragrant eucalyptus breeze, blows up through golden strands of sunlight, along the emerald Pacific coast. Thoughts of love arise amid frothy white waves that crash upon obsidian rocks, disintegrating into the coast like broken streams of restless cumulous clouds.  I sit beside a tree dangling with ripening limes, quietly meditating in the California afternoon.  Neon flowers burst forth like wildfires from the side of the twisting Highway 1.  Sea-lions rest lazily under forgotten piers and slippery kelp covered jagged rocks among sheltered harbors.  The magnificent cobalt ocean beckons the spirit, living breathing mountains whisper sacred thoughts, the sky a divine reflection of the soul of California. Amidst the mystic peaks of Big Sur, I get lost amongst the goliath redwoods and ghostly memories.  Beautiful shadows seem to overtake me, swallowing me in their magnificent hidden radiance, like a Hindu ceremony on Mount Madonna, I surrender to the trees, letting the wildness overtake me, once and for all, and finally.