The Sea (every day is repost day) The sand nestled itself between my toes as I finally stood facing the sea for the first time in my life. Perhaps that is how the sea wishes to welcome me, with the silver sand and the spray. Perhaps its strange that I personify eroded rocks and water bodies, perhaps it is strange that most others do not. For a while my eyes could not fathom the vast blueness of the sea, its structure with living waves and breaks and the magnificence of it. I stood there for the longest time. My shadow shifted from my left to my right as I tried to catch it in the act. I could not. And I could not understand the sea. My mind was used to small things I could understand. The sea was simply beyond me. I had gone expecting the great joy of discovery. I came back with a renewed sense of mortality and irrelevance and my own small space in the vast bounds of creation. But it was not like I hadnt felt it before. Among these feelings was hiding a sliver of recognition. I had felt the same when I read a good book or heard a good song or fell in love with a good person. After all, I realised as I left my shadow behind to dance with the dying embers of the setting sun, there is something beautiful about things which are larger than my existence, there is something beautiful about being swept away, and there is something very beautiful about incomprehensibility. Maybe Ill never see the sea completely. It did not matter. As long as I could add another drop to it, it did not matter. I smiled as I walked barefoot in the sand. The sea roared in agreement.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 07:57:09 +0000
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