sono il mare

self explanitory

 

On a full moon night, the reflection sparkling across the waters’ surface, the waves crashing on the cliffs below, I stood, stared, suspended. My eyes fully open, my heart beating hard, my breath…taken. The night was heavenly. The perfection and awesome beauty made my eyes water. Suddenly I wanted to fall down to my knees and pray to the moon. I wanted to tear off my clothes, the tears burning lines down my cheeks hair blowing mad in the wind, goose bumps on my skin, and dive in. I imagined myself as the wave crashing, spraying mist high into the air on the cliffs. I imagined myself a human body floating or sinking down into the deep blue bliss, hair swirling around my face. I imagined myself the very sparkle of the moons silver reflection, playing fireworks across the sea. I imagined myself a goddess, or merely the ocean herself, constantly moving and breathing and dancing and raging and churning and making and living and breaking. But my feet were grounded- solid on the rough concrete road, observing my own world. I was sad in a way, because I so wanted to BE the ocean. to let it swallow me whole into its sweet safe heart. but I knew this is where I needed to be. Maybe someday I will be engulfed by my one and only truth. Until then I can live. I can write and dance and smile. As I turned back towards the road home, I made a wish and tossed it into the sky. I made a wish that I would always feel the way I did about the sea. That I would always have the ability to see its deep green beauty so clearly, that it moved me to tears. That I would always have the surreal desire to immerse myself in the waves. And that I would always have the gift of passion.

On this day of June 18^th, 2008, I have made myself into something deeper. Perhaps as deep as the ocean herself.

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

I love the way you present your reverie.

Indeed, a human being is very small compared to the ocean, :)) but your wish seems just as immense as it's wide blue.

A.M.

[Mick Parsons]

I haven't seen a large body of water in a long time, but I remember the immensity of it; the desire to be and not be... to become something more, something different... is part of the human condition. It's the thing that propels us forward, towards whatever oblivion is waiting for us.