A Meditation: Water

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow...the ritualistic rhythm of our world. I fly as a spirit, the wind, caught on a warm pocket of sea salt and foam as the sapphire beauty and onyx depths envelop my senses, awakening my spirit and calming my soul. Simultaneous explosions of life and death, peace and violence are all present but unimportant; this world is infinite. The dreams are tinted with cerulean, speckled with rainbow beings in colors not known to the human eye, in depths not fathomed nor explored. Rays of light dance over the magnificent giants, their joyful songs of a fruitful life traveling miles and miles to hearts of their brothers and sisters; predators glide effortlessly through an endless mirror of blue and green, dark and light; life and death. As I break the surface I see a gunmetal torpedo of muscle and strength jump beside me. The joy! The freedom! The world of blue and ebb and flow continues with or without me...I choose life.