Reconnect With Mother Sea
© Surazeus
2026 10 05

Because the music of the sea knows me,
I float on celestial breath of the mind
to interact with humans in the world
who float on their own music of the sea,
for we all sing in harmony with hope
that leaves us stranded on the sunlit beach.

Expanding beyond scale of holy thoughts
with every wave that flows onto the beach,
my mind considers why we suffer pain
that drives us to consume beasts of the sea
whose spirits vibrate energy of hope
which animates our journey to the light.

Since blazing power of relentless light
blasts my frail soul with divine energy,
I follow flashing river through steep hills,
ascending to broad meadow of soft flowers
that dance with delicate grace of desire
in cool breeze that caresses me with hope.

I dwell ten thousand years in field of flowers
between the sloshed wave and the jagged peak,
safe in fertile haven of Middle-Earth,
tending herds of sheep, and fields of gold wheat,
through countless generations of my soul
reborn as me with each new frame of flesh.

Now I work as mechanic every day,
fixing engines of cars in large garage
along street of businesses and banks
where cars and people glide by every hour,
yet memory of that meadow by the sea
frames how I function in daily routines.

Attention focused on tubes, wires, and gears,
I maintain process of physical change
to manage function of the world machine
powered by waves that still wash on the beach
where I take my wife and kids on weekends
to reconnect our hearts with Mother Sea.

We hike in meadow where soft flowers bloom,
and listen to birds chirp in florid trees
who taught us how to speak words of our thoughts,
then fish at lake where our ancestors lived,
to eat roast fish and sing old tribal songs
around bright campfire under sparkling stars.

I hope we can maintain this balanced life
of working in the corporate urban zone
to maintain world food-production machine
while seeking recreation in lush Nature
where we can reconnect with Mother Sea
whose song rejuvenates our wave-born souls.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and leads songs around the campfire under the stars so everyone sings This Land is Your Land, and Where Have All the Flowers Gone.

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