23 September 2020

Ocean Poetry


The sound of the waves
Is the original beat
The source of all rhythm.
The regular pulse, driving,
the rock and roll that comes from forward movement, into new beginnings, unknown adventures.
The odd meters, the sevens and elevens and all the waves that come in one beat too early or late, and also are perfectly on time.
The quick tick of a dance beat, forcing the body to move, more flow than will.
The slow grow of a love song, arriving gently, then swelling with power, not afraid to scream out at its peak, losing control for a moment, then gently placing itself on the shore, sweetly.
Life and the sounds of life too, were born where the sea joins the sand.

18 Nov 2017
Om Beach, Gokarna, Karnataka, India




Waves are like people. They're all the same, yet no two are exactly alike. They travel at different rates in different directions, have various sizes and energies, all the while passing one another, joining, separating, joining again. If you stick around long enough, you'll see some pretty strange ones, extreme in enthusiasm or velocity, more quirky than the others, definitely going their own way. Some of those can be scary, but others can be really fun. And when you find yourself surrounded, you have to learn to breathe in rhythm, and sway with them, and not fight against them, while standing your ground. 🌊🌊🌊

23 June 2017
Arugam Bay Beach, Sri Lanka



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