I felt like the titanic,
we're perfectly sailing along
on our sea of dreams..
But I never looked below
We were about to crash
upon the other..
Cutting me beneath
Not immediately visible.
But you slowly sank me,
my life boats of emotion
empty as I had nothing left..
my heart serenaded as it sank
beneath the waves..
And all that was left.
The wreckage of my dreams,
As I sank beneath the
surface.. I'm never sailing free...
No ocean neath falls
Or sand drops ere out of place
Beneath the cresting
Turning waves inadequate
All is home in tidal place
Originating from the idea that God knows the location of every single grain of sand in the ocean (and beyond). This one speaks to the idea that we are all homeless in mind, but that through trust in him, we can find a home just about anywhere.
Through faith, he makes our location home.
Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
Where raindrops crash so quietly
Speaking soft with subtle sounds aloud
And in a language to be seen around
Like moving hands their white ripples fade
Out into conversations crowned with mist
The kind of sweeping breath alive
Which breaths itself out atop the waters edge
Just as words once hung on the morning dew
Now they wake with joy and are gone the next
As a calming way on this crustless wave
The waters return beneath and rest
Deep and somber currents cold
Turn beneath a calming surface young
As darkness subsides above as below
No older have I grown
The vision - A Pond Slowly Settling and Freezing
Smooth as softened alabaster
Their scent to you an immeasurable bliss
Where the sun tucks the moon beneath his chin
Rests an endless dream no more than a wish
This series is all about containment. Quick and expressive. My kind of people.
The vision - A Lovers Embrace From South Pacific
so theres this ocean,
big and blue,
so much life breathing in its waters,
how could I have seen?
the death that swam beneath.
Life is grain broken
Barley thrashed and pulled apart at the seams of bread and beer
On tender loving vines in a budding vineyard still
Intent on being our sustenance from the start
Such things are born at the hands of man but by the will of Gods kind heart
Beneath Heavens, From The Earth
There is no time left in my life
For fitted dreams and windless sheets
For trees without low limbs to climb
For years without ever seeing the sea
There is only that which stands here between
The quiet dreams
And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being — And for the sake of those who walk beside
That there ought to be more in me to find
A verse about searching. About the realization of moving and time passing. People changing and the earth spinning.
Or a shorter title for this would probably just be "urgency" since there's a definite twinge of that within these words. The immediate desire to leave and better yourself. To be free and let go, moving on from all of your prior shortcomings. Because shortcomings ****. But time certainly is ever ticking.
And why between, you may ask? Because the earth beneath is what grounds us flat with it's gravity. And I was looking up at the time. Walking Beneath the Branches of Realizations.
When the tall falter,
Who were beneath
Can show that
They were always
Standing tall beneath shadows,
They shone bright.
why should you care
not even there
sometimes not aware
people looking at you
in your head
everyone else beneath you
no one will ever reach you