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The soul of the sea
It calls to me
Swelling
Patiently gathering momentum
‘Go with the flow’ it whispers…
Only to crash
And roar
And then ebb away
Dissipating
Dissolving
Waiting
Regrouping
I look deep within its waters
Searching for the pulse of its wisdom
It’s understanding
I find obstacles
The sea just glides over it
Caressing patiently
Smoothening the rough edges
Overcoming
I find in its depths of depths
Of tiny collective water droplets
It’s secret
Lies in being nothing
But air
Nothing but a space
To hold space
For opportunity
The soul of the sea
Calls to me
And to all my temperaments
In its vast endless nothingness
It reflects
Me
It calls me to remember
Remember the soul of me
The power and might
Of being nothing
Of being everything
The blissful ecstasy
Of submission
Into ecstasy
The soul of the sea is the soul of me.
By Kareema Mitha
