free

if i drop


then it is because i fell from the heights of my mind, freely floated to the bottom of the bottom, the bottom of my heart.


and hear i would ly grand at the bounty of the land grasping at what fist who would hold me like this..


or maybe i've stooped (drooped) to the floor of the sea, looking up at the world who strangely looks down at me..


i am the one in the water but they are behind glass.

You are not a wave

From Paulo Coelho’s blog, a story from Serdar Ozkan’s, The Missing Rose.

There was once a wave in the ocean, rolling along, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the swiftness of the breeze.
It smiled at everything around it as it made its way toward the shore.

But then, it suddenly noticed that the waves in front of it, one by one, were striking against the cliff face, being savagely broken to pieces.

‘Oh God!’ it cried. ‘My end will be just like theirs. Soon I, too, will crash and disappear!’

Just then another wave passing by saw the first wave’s panic and asked:
‘Why are you so anxious? Look how beautiful the weather is, see the sun, feel the breeze…’

The first wave replied:
‘Don’t you see? See how violently those waves before us strike against the cliff, look at the terrible way they disappear. We’ll soon become nothing just like them.’

‘Oh, but you don’t understand,’ the second wave said. ‘You’re not a wave. You’re a part of the ocean.’

love is an ocean

Love is an ocean
And im just a plot on the seafloor
Where you chose to anchor;

And there is good reason to
for we get adequate sun and
Have bountiful sealife,
Green seagrasses waterlife grazing,
Room for lifers and vagrants...

But should storm come and storm go
I would not hold against you
Your sail,
The winds prevail by definition
And you couldn't breathe water,
No matter how hard you tried.

So set sail for other lands and other
Seas,
For love is an ocean
And wi'll always be.