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The sea was calling

i woke up to the sound of waves... the sea was calling. There are times when i feel tat way, today morning was one of them. i heeded the call. i put on my shoes n hopped to the beach. the sun was already 20 degrees up the horizon. I sat on the wall on the shore on my favorite edge, beneath palms tat swayed. If there is one word tat best describes how i felt its "AWESOME". i sat there soaking the morning sun, as the sea beneath me turned red n then golden from the pale grey shades of early mornin. there were some fishermen already out in the sea with their nets.. still boats floating around.

waves crept up on the stones n receded. it was like witnessing natures symphony-- the waves on the shore, rustling palms, whistling wind, n everything basked in gold. i felt blessed. sitting there. it was like seeing "the light". I felt chosen special, i felt the rays of sun glow me.
i sat there for a long time. seeping it all. i closed my eyes. i felt light... felt i cud fly with the wind. it lifted me (metaphysically). n in no time i was smiling, to myself n everything around me. n its stil there. the smile n the peace.

i din wanna move from there. i had my cam, but no lens cud capture everything tat the morning was. i put it aside n sat still...

they say the sea sends u into thought mode.. for me it felt more like meditating there without chants or effort... total peace.. its when u are nt movin further in time... u are time u r self.. u are not living the moment ne more. U are the moment. u are everything around u..
i was the rock on the shore.. bathin in waves
the palms..tickled by the wind
the sea...glowing in the sun
the birds...that flew high n higher
n stil i was me.....

my unsuccessful attempts at capturing the mornin
sunrise pallette
sunrises...
ths golden sea
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saneet said…
Nice :) I am mad to have missed it... :|
December 22, 2009 at 7:13 AM
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