Great Blue Poetry
Sense of Sight
do you think if we could see underwater
we would open our eyes?
would we open our eyes and explore the unknown
or would we just float
float close enough to the surface
where we could find a reflection of ourselves?
and then stare and stare
and forget we can only breath the sky
or would we reach for the light within the dark
and trust the current with our sight?
Species
to be recognized by another species
is like looking in the mirror
but seeing the within
heart becomes skin
eye to eye, I fly in her salty sky
in this mysterious mixture of minerals and molecules
our hearts play without boundaries of matter
our Ocean, her Home
with no door
inviting me with whispers to explore
They Are The Sea
underneath, a shadow glides
“Danger of the Deep” men say
men say many things
appearing through a curtain of blue
dorsal fin sails close
one breath later I am Now
below the level of the Sea
I do not see but feel with faith
I hover centered
them and me, Trinity
infinity, I touch upon close
sensation of ethereal essence
ancestors of the Deep
existing effortlessly, balanced as Chi
when you exist over 400 million years
you become what surrounds you
and what surrounds you becomes you
they are the salt of the sea
Wave
envision yourself as a wave
a wave traveling through life
transferring energy with each breath
and each step
we get to shape our surroundings
at least a little bit
because we are all waves
rippling into each other
so now that you know
you are a wave
be a wave of love
be a wave of curiosity
be a gentle wave,
or one that positively influences
small or big
it doesn’t matter
just be a GOOD wave
Photography by Christian Vizl + Benjamin Ono
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