photo by karen kuehn for the Sunday NY Times Magazine
Surfing for Life
Dead Sea Rapsody
Who
needs a quiver when your stuck on one?
I
do.
Helter
skelter to surf the long run.
So
dark and thick of dread.
You
reach round and through -
When
you have to stay with you.
You
are the realization.
The
reflection past to present.
Stop
looking for light in the shadow.
Breath.
Paddle
and bequeath your soul not.
An
ocean full of emotion.
Waves breaking as heart's.
Stand up for the freedom ride of your life.
Ebb to flow its an bowl full.
Hard
to see in a dark sea.
People always seem to stir like a delusional tea.
Clarity;
the gift of time offshore dreams and glow.
Contraction
crashing.
Expanding
building.
This is a Warriors Path.
Now
that surfboard is calling my name.
Warmer
waters always sooth my brain.
Dreams
of paddling ….paddling was just a dream with you.
May
the water push you into real swell.
For
real time riding what is blue.
True
blue, truly unforgettable blues.
Storm is Over.
Ocean and beaches brighter.
Awaiting your wander.
Aloha
Dedicated to Rell Sunn; Wahine Warrior Spirit, you are always a reminder of how we as women and men can move through the world present with non attachment. To not suffer from dreams lost for riding the waves can restore faith and love in our souls. Giving heart to all will never be squandered but the treasure of what we can be when were being out best.
Expect nothing as every-time it will only disappoint. To give ego-lessly is always goal.
Counting my blessings in the sand and its many.
Next ride is for you Rell.
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