Ocean Our Soul
© 2014 Iony Smith
the ocean our soul
with endless hopes, dreams and boundless space
a beginning, an ending a recycling
a renewal in and of life
the ocean our soul
deeper than any idea can fathom and akin to
truth
a leveling of experience into one
shared by all and yet owned by no one
the ocean our soul
running along sandy shores dodging the surf
tides of emotions interlace through its roaring
voice
quietness and calm lap over busy days and busy
ways
the ocean our soul
amplifying people’s frailties and transcendent
resilience
all resonating through its currents and
undulating swells
in its presence we are but in the hands of
creation
the ocean our soul
along its beaches or in the middle of its
perilous trenches
there is a pulling, pulling, pulling to give in
and be free
each forever sovereign yet amongst others in
kind with ties that bind
the ocean our soul
with its sediment layers and depths of
diversity
steeped in eternity with graciousness and awe
its liquid substance our own, human blueprint
the ocean our soul
a religion of beauty and great mystery
a teeming and vast common pool
a force overwhelmingly unifying
the ocean our soul
amidst its grandeur, yawning majesty and
ubiquitousness
all stations in life come here for the sea’s
precious gifts
abundance and fragility, precious gifts from
the sea
the ocean our soul
strangers and friends alike wade and bathe in
its waters
crossing over flowing rivulets grooved in its
sands
sidestepping shells, drift wood and other
coastal artifacts
the ocean our soul
where tears of joy and sadness are shed
dropping and commingling in its giant
illuminating well
shaping the contours of earth, its climate and
thus, our fate
the ocean our soul
still, still, still
the ocean our soul
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