Sometimes I sit

On a Saturday afternoon at the down parts of La Jolla, I sat on a white sand beach with the orange ball of light on it's way to set in the background. 

My two braids were wet from the salty ocean blue that I just cleansed my self in..

I'm cleansed I'm cleansed I'm cleansed. 

I felt so free in this ocean of you. 

It moves me-I never know where it will go. 

But I trust it-only if I know to trust myself. 

In this way, I believe the ocean to symbolize life. 

This mass of constant movement-

That never quite stops.

A place of birth and death-with so many mysteries, and questions left unanswered. 

Most of the time-we know it to be safe.

A place of joy, laughter, and fun.

But every once in a while the un explainable can happen.

Who gets swept off their feet and into the abyss never to be seen again?

Why do we never know why?

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But it is this sense of danger-that keeps us coming back, 

We have our tactics to keep our hearts safe.

And even though we never know. We go.

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The most joy happens when you trust the waves of water,

Let it pick you up,

you will find it floats you to the service.

Let it push you under, 

you will find the thrill of letting go all control is what leads you to the shore-and sometimes you need to be upside down. 

Let it drag you out-

When you swim with it-your strength leads you to safety, 

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I watched the group of kids splash under the waves. 

I watched the old woman walk along the sand.

I watched a kid throw some sand. 

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My eyes shed the same ocean blue that exists in front of me.