Glassy Perfection
An hour before sunrise,
water undisturbed,
waves of perfect form roll in,
calm, unhurried, still warm air,
unknown brothers scattered, uncrowded,
slip in, fade out past the break line,
paddle leaving no disturbance,
right turn, mother earth ushers me on,
glassy perfection surrounds me,
awareness extends
to both ends of the beach, ...
oneness becomes infinite
as the sun rises behind the waves,
bathe in the glory, ...
my morning visualization has ended,
there's tomorrow,
better get here early.
Surf was his nickname, online. It fit him well. He wrote this a long time ago. I always thought it was beautiful. I share it here, for those who love... the Surf. He's up there, somewhere, riding that Big Wave in the Sky. Enjoy.
4 comments:
That's the Atlantic, isn't it. We gaze upon the same ocean.
Yes it is... but he was from California... louzy substitute picture, eh... lol.
ahhh yesshhhhhh ..the sound of wave-age ..I can hear it clearly in the words that he says ..how beautiful ..thank you so much for sharing that
Hahahahaha... that was fun, Lee William... you are definitely Californian... you speak just as he would... I can almost hear him, now... I understand wave-age... do you understand doobage? Rofl!
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