Walking backward into the ocean.. Wondering if the next wave will hit me hard or be gentle.. Afraid of the unknown I step into... based on the memories of the past waves that hit me.
Just turn around.. Now you can see the waves as they form.. Each one has nothing to do with the waves that passed by.. Each wave is new.
Walking backwards into the future.. Looking into the past.. Afraid of the unknown I step into.. based on the memories of the past experiences that hit me.
Just turn around.. Now step into the future. Each moment is new.
Walking backward into the ocean.. Wondering if the next wave will hit me hard or be gentle.. Afraid of the unknown I step into... based on the memories of the past waves that hit me.
Just turn around.. Now you can see the waves as they form.. Each one has nothing to do with the waves that passed by.. Each wave is new.
Walking backwards into the future.. Looking into the past.. Afraid of the unknown I step into.. based on the memories of the past experiences that hit me.
Just turn around.. Now step into the future. Each moment is new.
Beautiful, Shanti!
This is profound on many levels ... and like all great poetry, it likely will be experienced as profound in different ways by different readers ... and yet, like all great poetry ... it points all the way ...... here.
At first I thought "No, that's not like reality; waves come in groups and have a rhythm." Then I realized - life is full of groups and rhythms. That is why people prepare for bad things that don't happen. They got accustomed to the rhythm.
Castaneda said you need to change the direction you are looking, and I figured out what you said above after weeks of thinking.
Now waves are often in groups of three or seven. I wonder . . .?
Turn around..
Posted - Aug 25 2009 : 10:50:08 AM
......like Kirtanman points out...every time exposed to it....it unveils new profoundity.....