As you walk to the waters edge you see before you a vast ocean of glimmering blue. As you draw near, the rhythmic sounds of the waves flow to your ears wiping out the hectic noises of your busy day. You watch as the waves blanket the shore as they search for treasures to carry back to the sea.
As you slowly wade into the water you feel the soft touch of watery fingers as they caress your feet and with each step the tension leaves your body. As the weight of the noise and tension leave you, your body feels as light as a feather. The quiet rhythm of rocking waves float you peacefully along as you search for a place to rest.
In the distance you see a reef extending far out into the oceans core. A thick blanket of velvety moss cushions the weather smoothed rocks as you journey out into the quiet sea. At the farthest point you find the perfect place where the water almost surrounds you. A cushioned seat cradles you as you relax to the rhythmic whisper of the soothing waves.
< Soon glittering rays of light gather across the waters surface giving the eyes a path to the light show in the sky. Quietly, as if cued by your stillness the sun reluctantly begins to slip to it's nocturnal rest and slowly the day's lights dim.
The water soon becomes aflame with orange, yellow and red sky lights that surround you as the stirring colors dance with the waves back to the shore. As the sun takes it's final peek he clings to the earth's edge, his strength weakens while soft clouds move cautiously towards his remaining light. Creeping slowly past the sun their brightness dimming in his presence makes them dark invaders dancing across the bright sky. Patiently the evening stars, waiting for the suns final act to end, dance quietly in the distant background.
With a final burst he coats the sky with a brilliant red before slipping over the edge. Victors once again of the sky, evening descends and changes the brilliant red to a darkening scarlet dotted with the sparkle of distant lights. As the horizon eventually fades to darkness, the sky explodes with tiny starlet dancers that move to the rhythmic whisper of the gentle waves. Hypnotically their soft twinkle closes your tired eyes while the waves softly whisper their goodnights and you drift effortlessly into a peaceful sleep.
Copyright 1996 BAHumbert
Our ideals resemble the stars, which illuminate the night. No one will ever be able to touch them. But the men who, like the sailors on the ocean, take them for guides, will undoubtedly reach their goal.
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Prism of a Thousand Hues
Monday, June 14, 2010
The summer night is like a perfection of thought
The summer solstice will occur one week from today, the longest day of the year. Although summer officially begins on that day, many people mark the start of the season when the Canada Day long weekend begins, even though it often does not fall on a Monday. The days are passing so quickly now, they seem to be the last few years or so. Are we wishing too many days to pass? Have our lives become so monotonous that each day we pray for the next to arrive? Surely not. Time is precious, it heals all wounds, but it takes people and precious things away too. We have to learn to deal with it, with everything that happens in our lives. The summer will fade into autumn, lets make the most of it....
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John Lubbock
Light dancing amid shallow pools of cerulean,
swirling mercilessly, never ending.
Soothing winds brush against blooming gardens
of magenta and cobalt.
Petals rise, like butterflies attracted to the gold rays of the sun
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
John Lubbock
Light dancing amid shallow pools of cerulean,
swirling mercilessly, never ending.
Soothing winds brush against blooming gardens
of magenta and cobalt.
Petals rise, like butterflies attracted to the gold rays of the sun
…and are carried away.
With them flow the sweet smells of summer.
With them flow the sweet smells of summer.
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