I went to the ocean to look for inspiration
I looked deeply for a direction
A poem hidden away, a secret told to just me
A story I had missed, something within me it would show
Silence was in my mind, my heart quiet
I looked harder for words to form a sentence
A deep moment to share, and nothing came
It looked like a moody child unwilling to cooperate
Defeated, I looked at it with no expectation.
I stared hard at its shapeless form
I saw the sands play with the foam
The rise and fall of an angry ocean
The imperfect waves that fell
The symmetry in all of the chaos that filled this space
I felt the energy of determination
The beauty of letting go
The shapeless water demanding your attention
Not needing to give anything away
Not asking for anything in return
I saw it dance with the clouds, with the sands
I saw it move with a force, and succumb to itself
Lost in its own rhythm, lost in its own pace
It held my gaze, held my breath…
And when I tried to fill my mind with thought…
I felt moved, I felt inspired… and I realized
when I stopped looking… was when I started listening…
RKS
So much within us which we don't know, so much around us which we try so hard to grasp. And the being often, wants nothing more than to be. An ocean depicted with calm, can take on the shape of power, thrashing, moodiness… it can take on the face of a quiet moment, still - letting the winds caress it, Regardless of our assumption, our profound or lack of understanding - the ocean is there. Will be as it must, it will be. Despite our wanting, there is a lot always waiting to touch us, to find us… and when we stop channeling ourselves to believe, to seek in one way - we find what we're given. We find what we're unsure of, and listen, truly listen to how much is around us. And only when we're listening are we truly gauging what it is we need to do… what it is we need to be. For aren't others listening to us too?
