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#YO! MY SOUL ACHES IN LONGING FOR MORE INSTRUMENTATION THAT MASSAGES, SOOTHES AND BRINGS A SPECIAL SOLACE THAT I NEED...
THIS IS WHAT "ADRIAN'S THEME" BRINGS TO ME!
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE, DIVING INTO A WARM SEA ENCOUNTERING IMAGES OF VIVID COLORED CORAL AND ROCK...
PLUM/ORANGE/TURQUOISE & BLACKBERRY. AS WELL, A NEWLY DISCOVERED HUE POPS OUT IN THIS TERRITORY, OH SUCH ENVELOPING GLORY! AWAKENINGS YOU'VE NEVER KNEW EXISTED IN THIS STORY...
YOU SEE SEALIFE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! ! !
IN THIS IMAGINATION, YOU'RE ABLE TO BREATHE, SLOWLY EXPLORE, TO TRULY LET YOURSELF GO! IN THE MIDST, YOU HEAR YOUR FAVORITE INSTRUMENTATION...
THIS ARRANGEMENT BRINGS YOU AN OUT OF BODY SENSATION, AND ITS A
B L I S S YOU'D NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE! ! !
THE CHORDS AND NOTES TAKES YOU ON A JOURNEY "JUST FOR YOU" AND THIS IMMERSION OF SOUND AND SOLACE IS SO STUPENDOUS...THAT YOU NEVER WANT IT TO END. IT FEELS SO PHENOMENAL AND YOUR ELATION IS LATER REPORTED AS JUST TREMENDOUS! "HOW WONDROUS!!!"
ANYTIME AN INSTRUMENTAL GIFT, WHERE WORDS ARE SILENCED BUT OUR SPIRIT IS SPEAKING OUT, CRYING OUT...
FEED ME! LEAD ME! PROCEED WITH ME!
NOTHING ELSE CAN QUENCH MY THIRST THE WAY YOU MUSICALLY HAVE HYDRATED MY DRIEST, DEEPEST, DEPTHS OF ME!
NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO THEE, IT'S A SATURATION OF SUPERB IMMENSITY!
IT'S REACHED SPIRITUAL LISTENING...
AND THIS IS MY TRIBUTE TO A DEEP DIVE, UNKNOWN PARTS OF ME CAME ALIVE...
"ADRIAN'S THEME" PLEASE TAKE A LISTEN, IT'S SUPREME! I UNDERSTAND MUSIC IS SUBJECTIVE...
HOWEVER,
WHATEVER YOUR SONG OF CHOICE, WITH OR WITHOUT VOICE...
LET ME KNOW, WHAT IS Y O U R SPIRITUAL LISTENING AND ANSWERING* ELECTIVE?
YO! "I'D REALLY APPRECIATE TO KNOW!"
MEANWHILE, I'M GOING BACK DEEP DIVING, EACH TIME IS A NEW EXPERIENCE AND TAKEAWAY, NOTHING CAN MATCH SUCH A PERSONAL V I B I N G...
IT'S AN UNFORGETTABLE DESCRIBING!
INDEED.
Renee D Gross {GHPPR} October 19, 2023#
She lived her lifetime by the sea,
her life was one of symmetry,
the rhythm of the waves, in part,
matched the beating of her heart.
At every dawn she walked the shore
and wondered what she was looking for,
it troubled her that she left no trace
as she watched her foot prints be erased.
The ocean just went on and on
ever singing the same sad song,
at night the sky was filled with stars
the darkness intensified her scars.
She tried and tried to paint the sea,
an exercise in futility,
the watercolors and oil paints
restricted her with their restraints.
Photography, too, left her cold,
nothing captured the ocean's hold,
ever changing, never still,
sometime's the motion made her ill.
As she grew old and stayed abed,
the relentless drone played with her head,
the sound no longer gave her peace,
it maddened her, would never cease.
The seagulls that she used to love,
now seemed to mock her from above,
their calls sounded like dreadful laughter
echoing through the wooden rafters.
The ocean now just made her sad,
the pounding waves soon drove her mad,
she closed the shutters, barred the doors,
her morning walks she took no more.
And on a day of pouring rain,
they found her pitiful remains,
she lived a life of obscurity
and died a death of apathy.
Those sent to empty out her house,
(she had no family, had no spouse)
found a treasure trove of works of art,
canvasses painted from her heart.
The art world was astonished by her talent,
to capture the ocean's movement and balance,
in life she looked at her art with shame,
in death her art brought fortune and fame.
Our harshest critics undermine
the talent that we should let shine,
and you know, as well as I,
wherein our harshest critics lie.
walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet
walking in itself can be an easy task to complete
but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod
walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard
walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat
the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost
the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble
but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle
the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life
the hurricanes of financial and economic strife
the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations
the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications
we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams
but life has a way of going from one to another extreme
storms will come into your life at times when you least expect
but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject
walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do
but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you
so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat
and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat
just don't look down and walk without any doubt
and know in your heart that God will work it all out
when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel
but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel
when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith
and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face
walking on troubled waters during the storms of life
knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ
ABOVE AND BELOW THE SURFACE
Our life unfolds in the sunfilled air where we are kings
But leave this kingdom at your peril,
For below the surface are watery things.
In our royal air, raindrops fall down. In the upside-down liquid world - confusion:
Air bubbles in water fall up - the ocean’s own airdrops.
Two visitor spheres, each hurrying home, for life through the surface is an illusion.
A distorted image of illusory shimmering through eyes with lenses blurred,
The Pearl of the World is a cauterized oyster-infection.
Divers plunge below, uncertain of reality: no sound senses - no word is heard.
Above, our mastery of life in royal air is an illusion - of power.
Below we must move from a king’s realm to a serf’s realm.
We must move down the scale from predator to prey - and cower.
Once below, we must mark the ways of beings which outwit our checks.
Turtles and whales talk easily over our mute submarine tele-cables
Sprawled snake-like among the dark silent hulls, useless wrecks -
Those temporary temples to the royal air-gods of technologism,
In an unforgiving world where water-power demands fealty:
Flotability is a permanent state of hydro-atheism.
Airless sunless life, groping gradually to the glassy surface, shaken
Or even known, only by instinct, but never breached:
‘Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.’ *
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*From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116
There are thing’s in this life
We will never understand
Take the Ocean for example
We watch the waves roll in
And the waves roll out
The never-ending heartbeat
---- Of Mother Earth ----
Most of us have no concept
Of what lies with-in
The vast space between her shores
The Ocean holds a certain
Romance
That intrigues us all
For the Ocean is a giver
And a taker
Of life
She may allow us to sail across her
Explore inside of her
Study the life
That lives with-in her
Film the majestic wonders
Of her depths
But with all our technology
The amazing ships we build
To enjoy her
We will never be able to tame her
---- For unlike us she is truly free ----
Inspired by laura's contest.
I glimpsed our horizon echoing Sun
Voluminous sets of waves whispered crest
Neath, its silent swarm's hushed sealife possess
A sullen saffron lens rise slumbered some
Dualities of grand expanse, lay calm
Aquarium of a glassless shore stills
The constant vastness of two voids fulfills
Indiscernible range touch spreads aplomb.
Hands to lips flung a kiss ferry o'er a crowded room as a single kiss falls to a floor, unnoticeable to all, except to its deliverer and of course, being the exploit,
A secretive chance for a budding romance enters a phase in shape of a maze of a hall of mirrors within a house of horrors and the vague, willing to the unable, engages,
Third times a charm enters the calm, of the quietude of an early eve's mood, as dusk make haste to night's embrace, the final endeavor in stages;
the audible...mute,
the visual...blind,
the indiscernible...void.
2019 September 19
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On the depths of the ocean floor,
a seashell drifted all alone.
How vacuous she felt in her soul
and so incredibly cold!
Tossed about by indifferent schools
of fish that hurriedly swam by.
Beautiful fish, utterly deaf to that
shell's painful, lonely cries.
Schools of them, in a gigantic hurry.
Who cared if a shell had worries?
They were the elite of sea, had no
Time with a shell to scurry.
Her beautiful, abalone shell started
to slowly wither and vanish.
The Creator knew of her pain, and thus
to His Heaven she was gratefully banished.
To the warm, loving Sea of Heaven, she
was thereto delivered.
Re-born again, happy with other sea life
who happily in gratefuness quivered.
Songs of hallelujah could be heard from
that eternal, magnificent, blue green sea.
By all the worthy sealife who now lived in
God's most auspicious, aquatic eternity!
August 31, 2020
Noon PST
Torrid seas cast the pirate ship like a toy
As the captain held the mizenmast strong
Men worked hard to bring calm to the vessel
With prayers to their rum that it wouldn’t last long
While one lone pirate with hopes for the bounty
Had eyes on the chest and his hands on the sail
If the ship were to suffer weathered defeat, he thought
That he’d get the prize, that he would prevail
At that moment, a crack of lightning it suffered
The crows nest came down very hard and so fast
Six men had been taken out in one fallen move
As he now then is suffering with pain that will last
For a line then severed, his two legs from under
As he lay there screaming to God from the stern
He just wanted riches and somewhere to spend it
But now there is nothing except then this burn
As his eyes then closed, he thought to himself
His life wasn’t great, but all it could be
He then started humming as words faded fast
“Yes, oh yes, it’s a pirate’s life for me…”
Oceans are vast breaking toward a shore
Harbors for sealife, both timid and brave
Sun is stolen by sea: tales in folklore
sunsets seem to melt into ocean's waves.
A stark vastness in deserts robed in sand
Vicinity where mind tags dreams for play
teasing of waterholes, though none at hand
Shadows stretching far, chasing end of day
The universe, full of planets and stars
As we've flown its vastness, we've become tall
Though little of wonders seen from afar
for Earth is remote, a blue ball, and small
Dwelling beneath our temperamental skies
smiling one day, the next, storms are forming
But their showers are a welcome surprise
Skies endlessly vast, sunny or storming
The living mind, scientists find, is vast
its depth uncharted, but this they now know:
we're all one, and there should be no outcast,
The edges of hope, beginning to show.
April 19.2023
for "Writing Challenge--V Words
by Constance La France
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If I could be a fanciful being, I think I would be,
a mermaid, that lived among the creatures in the sea.
To have flowing red hair, that everyone could spy,
when I was out and about, swimming by.
My tail, the long fish-like part of me,
an iridescent, aqua blue, color of the sea.
I would wear jewels from treasures buried deep.
Upon wrecked ships, lying forever in sleep.
I would swim swiftly beside the whales,
making sure to stay far from their tails.
I would aid all sealife that needed me.
To help a sailor, who may be lost at sea.
If I would get weary, I would grab a fin,
of a playful, friendly dolphin to pull me in.
I would worry about fishing nets I would find,
warning all my ocean friends to keep in mind.
To be known in "Atlantis", if it is really there.
As a special friend, who was a mermaid most fair.
Why would I want this fantasy to be?
So I could live my life in the beautiful sea.