sea writing

[Nu Kua]

I always try to journey on the Solstices and Equinoxes, and tend to write as I go along. Often later it reads disjointed (reading it in a different mindset from the mindset with which it was penned) but sometimes I can make sense of some of it with the waking brain.

Basically carry on a deep love affair with the ocean. It's really silly, I know, but it is there and only there I feel wholly understood and accepted, and no other being on earth that can evoke within me fully the depths and heights of life. There really is no other lover on earth who I can relate to in such a full, all encompassing way. This is where I feel truly at home. Although there are other places of beauty deep in the mountains, or on an open highland plain, that I have also found what to me is the equivalent of some people's God- as much as I feel love there, there is yet only one true lover for me, and that is the ocean at the tide-line.

I feel shy about sharing some of this, and others have to remain secret because it is just so personal. But... as noted, CP inspires me to loosen up and just Be.
The ocean isn't just something outside of of ourselves that we go to visit, the ocean is a part of us, pulsing in our blood, providing life-giving salts to our bodies, energizing our brains, loving our souls.

So anyway... some of this is Trip Talk. Some of it is in a distinct (I hope, lol) pattern. It might not be in the exact order it was written, mostly because it's hard to see in the dark... with our physical eyes, anyway, which of course are the eyes you need to use when you're trying to write something on a damp sheet of paper in your raggedly old notebook.

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It was sometime far earlier that I was awakened and was actually touched by the moon. I blinked open and turned to lie on my back, and there coming in through the top of the tent, a pinpoint of moonlight coming in, I guess, from a thread hole perhaps? I thought the tent was air tight but perhaps as it is getting old it is becoming worn. But at any rate, the light of the moon was coming in through what must have been a tiny hole at the top of the tent, and it was shining on my face. I adjusted myself so the light would be right on the center of my forehead, imagining a blessing of some sort. (Why not?)
I, physically at rest but mentally wide awake, met the Moon in dreamtime.

Odd the events that may cross our paths in dreams; if similar situations presented themselves in the wake-a-day world we’d be anywhere from bemused to shocked. Yet in dreamtime, we take the incongruities as they come.

Wash, wash, wash… that sound
The breathing of the sea
I sighed as well
And washed me well...

All night I heard incredible depth and softness
Her breath a distant hush of anticipation
She'd joined the tide’s journey on some faraway quest

Then I heard a heaving sigh, a turning of tide
Grown weary of intrigue, she longed for firm footing.
As the ocean renewed her approach to the shore,
the mysteries clung like seaweed wrapped in her feet.



What of that other sound I hear?
This haunting from a distance
A melancholy blow
A horn of some sort
Sounds… searching
A cry
Knells
This voice
Calling kin
Looking for wavelengths
Deep in the ocean fog
Feels like a familiar friend
Tugging me from across the sea



So between heavier skies and clothing, last night made for a much warmer sleep. Still hoping to catch the moon as it set over the ocean, I instinctively woke up at the time of moonset, (3:06 am) only to find that over the wee hours, a veil of fog had slipped over the moon covering its face, and blanketed all of the stars as well. I felt as if I’d been a long way from home already, so there were no regrets as I laid back down and pulled the covers over my own face, then drifted right back to sleep until first light.



A vast expanse before me
Metaphor of One
Microcosm of the Source
Birthplace of the Soul
Salty rich life giving sea

Why try to think of some words?
Indescribable.
No other word can convey
The intrigue you hold
A mystery beyond words.



Being at the low tide line is coming home to Mama
Standing at the edge of her waters
To inhale the salt tide scent of the mist
rising from the mouth of her womb


The dawn bursts out from the warm foggy night
What once were merging shades of gray
Now are contrasts, with strict definition
Oh! That arrogant sun!
First light better matched my state of mind,
when one thing melded silently into another.
I too, dissolved from physical form
To become merged with the mind of the ocean
Sighing, singing, breathing, living sea

The tide line a perfect microcosm of
The timeline of humanity
What is to be our destiny?
Tiny is our time of living after having been
Cast to the shore from the oceans depths
We'll all became one again, the wave returns to the ocean

Beauty is all I can see.

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[Tsunami]

That's nothing to be shy about, it's brilliant!!!

[FinalFour]

Beautiful Nu.

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[Nu Kua]

:) I do not mind at all. Sounds like a wonderful camp! My soul is calling for a night like that, again. Hopefully, soon.
If you have sea writing to share, please do. :)

[Nu Kua]

fixed and unmoving, i am
at the mercy of a squall
numbed and immobile, i am
mired between earth and ocean
battered and paralyzed, i am
rocked by the saltwater sea

[Nu Kua]

I find myself as a blade of sea grass
Captured just beneath the tide line
I sway low and slow with the ebb and flow
All the while with my feet sunk deep
Clinging to the shifting sands beneath me

[Nu Kua]

[Nu Kua]

I read a few days back that we are so intricately tied to the life of the earth and all the moods therein, that instead of saying "It's going to rain today" we could accurately say "I am going to rain today."

I am not going to rain today
Instead I'll wrap spring sunshine over your shoulders
warm, like a shawl
I'll freckle your skin, I'll bleach your hair

I am not going to rain today
But I might make a mist at the draw of the day
damp, a gray fog
I'll moisten your nose, I'll cool your head