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The Sea



The Sea





 I stood at the end of the old wooden pier. The waves hit and crashed against the post that kept the pier standing in the blue precipitated ocean.  The salty breeze lost in its wetness soaked me from top to bottom.  My hair dripped. I did not care.

Suddenly a lightning crashed in the middle of the ocean. The clouds spoke to one another sending messages to make a vivid sound on earth and make it tremble.  The sound cracked through the holes of heaven spilling its guts, releasing its tears ceaselessly into its brother ocean.  They could never be apart. The sky has its many sorrows to drain and when it creates a thunder in perfection, it finds a way to let go of all its troubles, it cries. Instantly. It cries. The ocean opens its strong arms to receive with joy all that is poured down and rocks it until it eventually creates a life force that grows into heavy expressive waves.  They roar in laughter and forgiveness, that play and scream whenever they feel their hearts explode and sometimes hit against each other to make contact and nestle 'til they reach the shores.

I stood there, watching.  My skin was beginning to freeze and the water kept pounding everywhere from the furious waves that the heavy skies had set forth.  Then as if by magic, the waves communicated a new sound that began to release itself to mother earth where the soft sand was waiting to absorb its madness.  Calling for the sea to meet her on the terms and grounds of white delicate silk sand.  Suddenly the waves unlapped and came closer, calmer, as they reached her.  The whispers of the rain softened, then disappeared. A calmness.

I stood at the end of the old wooden pier.  For the first time I felt I was part of something.  The sea.  I became one with the water. One with all the  sea.  I became... the sea.




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