My world is a gently rocking cradle.
I am sitting near the beachlooking down to the sea. The jade coloured water throbs and heaves.
It sculpts itself into hills and mountains that live but a fewseconds. The constant up and down of the liquid mass, the childlikerunning of the surf fringing the rolling waves like lace collarsenters my body as the sensation of a rocking cradle.
I can feel themovement, up and down, up and down.
Every cell in me seems to expand,absorbing the motions of the water.
My mind is laid open and the waterspeaks to me with words as old as the sea itself - its soundoverwhelming most of the time. Now and then it turns down its volumeto give me time for reflecting on its message. Up and down move thewaters, up and down goes the sound.
The wind synchronises the swaying of the palms with the moving sea.
Upand down, to and fro, to and fro, up and down.
My whole world is a wavy line of up and down, of to and fro, of thecoming and going.
I perceive S shapes, circles, spirals, lifting,swaying. Nature: powerful, beautiful, suggestive, hypnotic, blots outmy consciousness of self and I seem part of water, wind and sound. Iam a drop in the sea, a grain in the sand, a leaf in the fronds of thepalms. It seems of no consequence of which or what, just being part ofsomething is enough. The past and future lose their significance.There is only now, real and impressive and the air I live from ispeace and happiness.
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