It has been a while now since I visited the rocks on the westend beach , it has been more than a while now since I saw them dazzle in sunlight , sparkle with conversations of friends , lovers , aquaintances , soulmates in bubbling youthfulness or with mature silver streaks , holding hands , sitting together on the rocks , watching the golden Sun kiss the waves in an unhurried rhythm .....
Looks like the mind and body are at variance , they have decided to take different positions of the on going debate , they have decided to look at different sides of the truth , they have given their hearts to different realities , now , the only question bothering them is as to how they will live to be one forever ? or are the differences only cosmetic ? is it o.k. to feel differently like citizens in a true democracy ? The debate goes on ...... akash
Do we really need to see divine in mundane ? Time has perhaps come when we need to create with not just words , but with our hands , head and feet , divine out of all that we are left with , all around .....
If I look ahead , move ahead , I am just obeying the laws of life , if I leave behind the burdens that I cannot bear I am being honest with life , if I follow my own sense of right and wrong it just means I have a conscience , my first accountability is to my own self , a truth as clear as beautiful as a freshly formed crystal lattice diffracting the light as brightly as it can .
Increasingly I feel as light hearted as one of the three Magi , finding the other two will itself be exciting , there are signs but I am most excited about my own discoveries , a new vibration everyday , a new arch everyother day , a new bountiful slice of life everyday under the star filled sky , an endless journey that does not look back .
The view is full of unspoken beauty , green silence spreads as far as the mind can see , still an emptiness a slow , searing and haunting emptiness seeps like the scent of a full blossomed white lily .
Will I ever have the words to say what it is to be with you , the Ocean ? Watching the waves swing , sparkle . play with the wind and the sky , the sheer joy of being with you draws out a song , so many songs breaking , forming , living yet another ocean .
A long semi-circular , almost invisible line , perhaps unreal , where the ocean merges with the skyline , or appears to , a measure of the distance our hearts can reach when free , totally free to fly with the winds that gently caress the surface ripples .
Today merges into yesterday reality disolves into unreal here we are holding the transition close holding each other close trying to make sense of it all ushering in a now , a dawn , a life still being made .