Uncertain Sea The sea is so beautiful. The line where it meets the shore is where I feel at peace, completely alive under the great blue sky. Along this line the fear of the open ocean is turned into the thrill of possibility. My whole heart lifts, I am once more in my rightful place in the world. Everything inside me that has compacted into concrete becomes a sieve again, allowing things to flow inside and out just as before - like breath, like water, like air. The movement is the key. A sort of eternal rhythm that finds such perfect resonance in myself, so that my being hums with it, utterly happy, utterly aware. I wash the concrete in the ocean, and it crumbles into a million grains of sand. I come out shining clean, every wound bathed in warm salty water. Words go back to where they came from.... ink and action.  ¶ 3:15 PM