Day 3 at the Shore
Always in motion My blue-gray ocean, Surging and heaving, I grew up believing, She knew me. Whirling and flowing In rhythmic motion. My breath is in sync. All the while, I think--- Time obliterates. One breath and I'm bracing For waves o' re breaking. New breath--it's my daughter Splashing life in the water. Next breath it's her child, Generations profiled In melodious song To which we belong. Time swirls and foams Tickling my toes. Endless emotion, My blue-gray ocean.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of your waterfalls; All Your waves and breakers have gone over me. Psalm 42: