The ocean’s panting surface lashes blindly
At the crescents endless tugging
From above;
The focus of its unrest,
Always eluding its turquoise touch,
Coaxed hesitantly,
Again and again,
To embrace the earthen beach;
Only to be sucked,
SnarlingThroatily,
Foaming spittle lurching from its pliant lips;
I dive deep to avoid the
Ferocity,
Deep within its lusciously serene undercurrents,
Where it forgets.....
And I am swimming in Zen.
