Today, I’m making a fresh start. I’m trying something different. Instead of writing something I think I need, or have to say, I’m going to say – and thus, do – exactly what I want.
What a novel idea.
I want to write about love; and how I feel about it. I want to tell you about how much I adore the ocean; and how much I love her….
Like, really. Really really really really really really really really really love her (or it, or whatever).
I want to tell you that if I could, I’d be swimming right now; changing my strokes and my pace, depending on how I felt in any one moment. I’d glide atop the smooth surface, and rest rhythmically into the waves. I’d let go of all concerns, and let my lovely, sweet ocean sail me out to sea.
…It’s amazing what the ocean can do to a person: make them fall so helplessly in love with her that they can’t concentrate when they’re meant to be working, writing, blogging, creating etc…
But I just want to be inside the ocean – right now and forever… So intimate, and yet, so poetic…
I wonder if that’s how poetry first emerged…
Some long ago human(s), sitting along a coast somewhere, contemplating the beautiful blue vastness before them. Then in their mind(s) they spoke a string of words:
“Oh my Gods, I love you.
Oh my beings, you make me free.
Oh Divine Mother, you make me happy.
Oh my Self, you make me me”.
Well, that’s the poem I would have written, while sitting in front of the sea.
I would have gone on to give all the reason, and countless ways I loved that majestic blue wonder before me (language permitting). Or maybe I would have just felt my love it instead.
Either way, I would have loved her. And may, or may not, have written a poem about it. But in both cases, it would have counted.
My words, those feelings, and that simple expression of awe on my face as I gazed upon her… She would have known… that Ocean lover of mine. No matter how I communicated my helpless devotion, she would have known, that I loved her.