Water water everywhere ... (page 2)

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Water surrounds and encapsulates my molecule of a body.

The vast sea contains my mere essence of humanity: come from the sea, returned to the sea. This was not a venture planned, much less dreamt about when feet were firmly established upon the soil of what I thought to be home. The sea has taken to me as I to her. What could be more natural, so timely as this flow of corporeal liquid into the larger whole, the sea, who beckons her offspring come, return home.

In utter and indefinable allargando, I blend smoothly with gentle, coaxing currents that invite all my moves be at one with their own. Warm fluidity spins me slowly round and round as wonders of the deep unfold before the incredulous eyes of an aqua man in descent. Downward, downward, into an infinite, eternal deep....

nancy drew

For the sea that calls all things on to her calls me and I must embark

for to stay though the hours burn in the night is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mold

fain would I take with me all that is here but I cannot a voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings

alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun

ready am I to go and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind

only another breath will I breathe in this still air only another loving look cast backward

excerpts from memory of the prophet Kahil Gibran

BurnTheShips

Sea Fever

I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

John Masefield

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Thanks, Nancy Drew and BTS.

I love your posts!

CC

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Rudderless in a sea of broken dreams,
My declining state of mind entwines with a
Tentacled sargasso that pulls me downward,
Downward into black, cold, unrelinquishing water. I love the land and all her beauties but do fear the sea
And have never gladly nor willingly ventured upon a bark
In search of adventure high or low that would risk my terra-
Bound life by the perils oft regaled by les ultimes survivants. Adrift in my thoughts, I roam the scary shores of what this craven
Man fears the most, the uncharted waters of the soul and spirit that
Will surely swallow down whole this flailing, gasping wretch until every
Sign of life, hope and vitality are extinguished in Death's throes victorious.

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I am lost - lost at sea, though I did not set out intentionally to quit the land and her solid place beneath my now quavering timbers.

Those, too, of our severely buffeted ship. All shafts of wood vertical are describing arcs - however the reader might imagine that to be. The result to my eyes and its consequent effect upon my internal mechanisms of balance is that all within me has been cast overboard as jetsam upon the growling, menacing, Pacific.

Waves of roiling black crash on a deck that heaves and groans under a burden naturally anticipated through a vessel's life at sea. But this, this is too much, too overbearing a lashing of heavy waters that threaten to splinter and send downward to the locker below all traces of a once beautifully fitted and lovingly wrought masterpiece of seaworthiness.

Judge Dread

Whew, I thought someone was having a baby.

JDW

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Hey, Judge ...

Everyone's a comedian!

Thanks,

CC

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