Sunday, June 13, 2010

A letter to the Pacific


Dear Pacific,

Day after day you became my refuge.
Always there, blue, gray, calm, furious you are there.
And I feel you in my blood, flowing in my vein.
You are in me. I am made of you. I am you.

You invited me, you called me and I surrendered.
This is a self abandon.
I melt in you. You are me.

Going away from your flow, I am scared.
Can I do that?
Can I live a day, a week, without your smell, your taste, your strength, your voice?
Take me, swallow me. I am yours.

Om Shanti.

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