I was born in the city. But for the vast majority of my life, I have lived by the sea - and it is only when I spend too much time away from the coast, that I realise just how much these waters have become a part of me.
In fact, I feel like my relationship with the sea is pretty much the perfect metaphor for how I feel about most of this life too.
Because while I have never been a sailor, nor a diver, nor even much of a swimmer . . . still, I have spent countless hours over all these years just gazing out at those waves and tides. (No matter if it is sunshine, snow, or in the midst of a violent storm)
And similarly, in life - I must admit, I have always had this feeling that I am more of an observer of this world rather than a partaker in it.
So, in many ways, that is essentially what today’s little poem is about.
It is one of those moments where we stare out into something so vast, and so full of secrets - and yet still, we end up finding a hint of our own reflection too.
I search for my soul in the shades of the sea with mist on the surface and pale skies above I search for my soul in a freedom made free and an old fairytale to forget my lost love.
But in seeking for peace in those insincere sands the waters were wounded by anger and storm Sculpting their wrath on the chalk of the land; These cold hearted waves were not made to be warm
And sadly it seems that my heart is the same - why else do you think I need shadows to hide? Forfeiting joys in the hope to spare pain. Untamed – and yet slave – to all seasons and tides.
So I search for my soul in the shades of the sea, because the safety of land is not meant for me.
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The photos and the words beautifully married - understand it at a level inadequate to express.
Amazing.
The sea is where I go to center and reflect in peace and solice.