The Sea and Me

Interspersed between waves of nauseating irritation I feel undulations of love passing my way like a gentle breeze blowing warmth over my cold, stubborn heart. And I’m touched by sorrow and happiness all at once.

Such a fine line; I’m beginning to discern what is me and what isn’t, but it all flows together like plumes of iridescent oil in water, so that all that separates the two is the thin film of tension that equally unites them.

Blue mood. Blue as the deep night; that’s how I feel. Darkest blue, the colour of wisdom, of deepest knowing. Yet so far from the red of this temporal state I know as Me.

I’m a long way from home, that place in my heart that bears the imprint of a warming memory like a fine-line tattoo of a map I gave myself never to forget. Those lines feel heavy at times, cutting deep fissures into the mountain-scape of my soul where rivers of knowledge flow fast and deep, over rocks and ambient pastures, creating great cascading waterfalls that change the texture of the land. Of me; and I’m not the same from this moment to the next. Most of the time I am without name or face. A collection of thoughts that resemble a notion of a person. Never really sure of my footing. One moment sliding, one moment wading through thick conscious mud.

Lost at sea, on a boat in the middle of an ocean. Deepest darkest blue. The wisest of all colours.

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26 thoughts on “The Sea and Me

  1. that was a beautiful poem, wether you meant it to be or not. and I agree, deep indigo blue is like the base of peace. sunk into earth’s age. like a tree’s roots. I see it sometimes when I meditate, which makes me wonder now why I don’t see it more often…lol maybe I’m not so wise afterall…lol but it pulls deep, just like the ocean. I feel it. So when you’re surrounded in reds and oranges and bright bright yellows, what do you think those represent? (feel free to ignore me at any time, or I will continue to ask you things…lol)

    1. It actually started out as a journal entry, but it came out very poetically so I went with it. It was a reflection of my mood at the time. It’s been a tough week πŸ™‚ It’s great you liked it, thank you!
      It’s funny because when I was channelling you the other night I saw a beautiful golden yellow light at the centre of all your green-blue, it was such a wonderful energy, it made me feel very happy πŸ™‚
      The brighter colours tend to signify action, and creative drive, also compassion.

      1. thats cool, I was asking God to send angels to watch over you so the dark can’t get ya… πŸ™‚ maybe you caught that? its strange, but I kind of feel like the colors are my deepest loves, nature, the center being God. maybe our aura’s are made up of just the pure love we carry. which is why some peoples are dim, some bright, some dark…?? I tend to believe our aura’s are our SOULS. Plain and simple. I also think they are the only piece of us that is God. He gives us a part of His spirit, and our aura’s are just what some can see, our soul. most just can’t see it. πŸ™‚

      2. Thank you for your loving thoughts, it means a lot to me. I agree that there is a purity to the colours that I see in people, and that they are very telling of a person’s true intent, or loving source. But to me I see people’s colours change all the time, depending on the mood they are in. I suppose others may see auras differently to me, my ability is due to the way I’m wired. I guess you’re right too in saying that not everybody can see the soul or another person’s aura, but I think we all have the ability to sense it, even if we don’t know what it is we are sensing.
        I hope you are having a great day! πŸ™‚

    1. Haha. Looks like he’s already given up! I found him perusing my blog the other day so I thought I’d pay him a visit and introduce myself, you know… just out of politeness πŸ˜‰

      1. C’mon he can’t be any worse than the Ark and the Dog – both a pussycats (spiritually and controversially, respectively), or you for that matter πŸ˜‰
        Mind you despite his seeming tenacity to stick by the book with his reasoning, he strikes me as being oddly superstitious. Everyone has a weak point/soft spot!

      2. Well I can’t help it if he’s too much of a numnut to reply to me directly, rather than generically. I don’t do e-mail follows of threads, it chocks up my in-box so I don’t bother.

        Right then, I’ll go and find out what all the fuss is about. Got a bag a popcorn ready?

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