As if summoned by seagulls, we come back to the beach
where we can cast of the shoes and our everyday cares
tell time by the tides and live in the moment
Our search for shells an echo of childhood
and the surf's refrain is music remembered
- - author unknown
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
- W. H. Auden
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.
- Bruce Spingsteen
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The Soul and The Sea
What is this attraction of the sand and the sea?
The gulls gliding the beach while sandpipers
Chase the waves, in and out
And the soft sweet wind blown breath of the divine
Carries the sacred incensed salt air
Serving as a communal mystical magnet
Of solace and solitude.
Is it that upon the birth of the light of day
And the darkness of night
The master artist thought is best
To make the Sky complimented by Sea
That is a measure of the ocean’s significance
In the scheme of everything?
Scientists discern that the human hymn to water
Can be found in rising of dopamine
And the effects of negative ions
And multiple almost unexplainable
Interactions on one’s senses and the brain .
There was that infamous expert
Of the workings of the brain
Who surmised that we admire and are touched
By in the miraculous around us is because
The source of that beauty and serenity
Resides somehow deep within our own psyches.
(Reminding us that “Psyche” is the ancient Greek
Term for “ Soul.”)
How wonderful it is then that the Divine Source
Of this magnificent sand and sea
Considered that this place needed
Humans to make it complete .
shows notonly impatience and greed, but lack of faith, patience, patience, patience ,is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty,open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea."
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift From The Sea
The Sandpiper
The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.
- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.
The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focused; he is preoccupied,
looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.
The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.
- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.
The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focused; he is preoccupied,
looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.
At The Beach – Avett Brothers
Atlantic City – Bruce Sprignsteen
And welcome Bernie and Barb to Shore Life!
Amdg
“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
- Jack Kerouac
“The only truth is music”
- Jack Kerouac
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