Beach Contemplation

Waves crashing into stone
Hundreds of rocks slowly erode
Reshaping the coastal landscape
Millimeter by micrometer
Water flows over and between
Every minute crevice
Softening the rough crags
Widening the cracks
Creating space and flow

A seagull’s anxious cry
Signals a feast
For one?
Or more?
Turquoise mixes with grey-blue form
And white foam lingers in the tumult
Of the chaotic sea
Undulating contours never resting

Sun behind the thick marine layer
Escapes diffusion
And shines bright
Despite the pervasive fog attempts
To disrupt and distort
The strong and true
Light rays

Thunderous collisions of heavy liquid
Rocks
And air
Rumble in the monotonous surging rhythm
High pitched slaps of snow white caps
Give texture to the tune of the sea
Accompanied by the chorus of gulls
Hovering above
Rough granite beach sand
Large grains dragged to the ocean’s edge
Ripped from neighboring boulders

The sun dips toward the horizon
Signaling the day’s upcoming death
The breath of the sea blows
Inland from the unknown airy expanse
To an undetermined destination
Somewhere beyond my grasp

A seagull harnesses the wind’s persistent flow
Of invisible power
To linger in mid air
Balancing the forces of aerodynamics
Eyes wide open
Always seeking
Considering the next choice
From a higher perspective
Positioned at the edge of chaos
And calm
Just stay in the flow
To take flight with little effort
And soar
To new heights

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The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8-9 NIV)

Written Pacific Grove – Monterey, CA 4/28/2015