Whispers from the sea - for CM

Be SHORE of yourself

Come out of your SHELL

Take time to relax and COAST

Avoid PIER pressure

SEA life's beauty

Don't get TIDE down

Make WAVES

Make a wish upon a STARFISH 

Put the lime in the coconut

and remember:

Drinking rum before 10AM makes you a PIRATE,

not an alcoholic... ;-)

Lamentation

"Could I walk out to sea,

way beyond these breakers

We have no place among

the movers and the shakers

Yours is the only throne

I'll ever get down on my knees before

You have the whole of me..."

- Tree 63

A million lights

Look beyond

Not all days are beautiful, but there is something beautiful in every day.

Take time to see it!

And if you don't see it, look beyond.

Maybe, look Up.

And kneel.

Gone fishing

Discontent

It's in the discontented

murmur

just before sleep.

When heightened senses

lets you feel

the beat of your heart

pulsing through your veins

aware;

oxygen - bubbling, racing through blood

essentially piquing 

the interest of 

every nerve

every cell

every fibre

and every fagment 

of your being;

always alive, always aware

But never lets you feel your soul...

The rhythm of my soul

Oh, to find the rhythm of my soul again

In Your words, In Your care

Under Your wings

Everything You created have rhythm and time

The restless sea, crashing waves

The waxing waning moon, deliriously moving through time

If time exists

The relentless wind

Day, night, midnight, noon

Our ins and outs.

Somehow, through all this confusion

The pounding of the world

The signals of noise and distractions

And business

Through fear

All that fear

I lost mine

Oh, to find the rhythm of my soul again

In Your will

Your way, Lord.

Less of me, more of You.

When words cannot convey your loneliness...

When being still is no longer a comfort

And being busy not a distraction

When all life seems just one long aching yearning

Of times had and a home not seen.

Then, be stiller still and know...

Unraveled

"Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled.  The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one's own being.  The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self."

Haruki Murakami 

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

 

The quiet sense of something lost...

When the sun breaks over the African plains...