Dec 08, 2007 11:05
There is still this film of once present longing.
And as unimpressed or uninvited as this little ruby has been, there is no sham in finding ones self.
In whatever means possible.
I don't claim to be the best break of water in the sea. But I will admit to having more depth then what I present. And with the sun shining like it does these days, I find that people are fooled by the way the sun shines on the water.
The sea is to the sky what the soul is to the body. When the sky falls the water turns.
Perhaps this was only a leasure swim for some, others float on debrie in murky waters. Some, however, some are the sea. Even after gone the scent of the ocean remains.
Here time cannot be measured. It is a concept that man made to control and produce.
When one traves between the sea and sky its only measurement is the health and courage of the heart.