Itanhaem/SP, Brazil
My first spiritual encounter with the sea was
in Kent one grey morning, we walked
side by side down the shore in silence,
you allowed me space to process its hugeness,
my smallness.
my smallness.
My first physical encounter
with the sea was in Itanhaem
this week, one grey morning,
you watched me from a spot
in the middle of the vast blue
I watched you,
a wave,
come into being and die,
come into being and die noisily,
repeatedly.
Repeatedly
I came into being
and died
calmly
with you.
Repeatedly
I came into being
and died
calmly
with you.