The Ocean

The Ocean
by Hydeh Aubon

Call me a dove
a sparrow
a robin or
a swallow

A tiny flower
a tiny fish
a raindrop
or a speck of dust

The shiver of life in a
protective mother bear
or an amazing whale

The grace of a deer,
how ancient a tree can be
how old a tiny rock
how majestic a high mountain
that disappears in mist and clouds

how enigmatic the drawings
on an old cave wall
how pregnant the silence
between the lines of
a poem
a sheet of music
two souls

that meet without ever knowing
but just feeling, meeting and connecting
in the land of dreams
in the land of the beyond

Realms so unknown, so untouched
that are the core of ones's soul
the essence of one's heart
Yes, there is beauty
in the eagle soar
strength in a stallion
wilderness in a wolf

magic and beauty
in a warriers dance
in a climber's journey
awesomness in never,
not ever, reaching

the endless amazement
in accepting but not fighting
just to feel existance
just to feel aliveness and
connectedness through oneness,
through aloneness

I am the little stroke
of a brush
in a masterpiece

The dove that
has no desire to fight and
be strong

the sparrow that is unnoticed
in a tall ancient tree
the robin that hides behind the bushes
and the tiny fish
that floats in the vast mysterious ocean
and greets the whale
in silence, love, awe and fear

I am blessed for, seeing, feeling
and dreaming of beauty,
and remain
the song of creation
in a tiny heart
in a tiny being

A small heart
knows the ocean
with no vivid definition
and that is All

Ah,excellent description of the ocean,Stephen.
I can almost feel it lapping around me.
Wonderful!
Joan

Thank you Joan.I am glad the poem means something to you.
The ocean is so symbolic of the deeper aspects of ourselves.
Stephen

Freedom,Stephen.

Most definitely.Also hidden depths

A little tot of rum too....was the order of the day.
Cruising our way to Oz,my worst experience was sitting in the dining room,looking through the porthole and seeing those waves rising and falling.....rising and falling......