Though the wave of words is forever upon us, yet our depth is forever silent.
Sand and Foam
"Create Beauty and let the rest go to hell."
The Wait & Weight are simply GONE!
(......as when shifting gears with a clutch engaged.......)
A Pause as Mother Ocean's Roar Summonses All That I Am
from a nap to her physical shore.....
the past is formless compost
the present is "formlessness in form"
Life without words or thoughts....
All Weight & Wait Disappears
Leaving only Beyond each Now
Eternally Abundant Kaleidoscopic
Peace of Source
All That Is
4 p.m. Ocean Calls
February 7th, 2014
this date is 27 years since first putting physical foot on this island this lifetime