It makes no sense to return
to the ocean without warning -
it does not know you return
or even that you were away,
and the water is so busy
with all its blue business
that arrivals go unrealized.
The waves keep up their song
and although the sea has many hands,
many mouths and many kisses,
no hand reaches out to you;
no mouth kisses you;
and you soon must realize
what a feeble thing you are.
I am reading “On The Blue Shore of Silence” by Pablo Neruda, one of my favourite authors. And it is nothing short of beautiful. It’s all about Pablo’s love for the sea and all its “blue business”. It’s so beautiful that after reading this:
& now I’m reading THIS:
I am happy in this moment.
