Pilgrimage Statistics
Consecutive Days Riding: 29 Consecutive Days Blogging: 30
Today’s Mileage: 10 Total Trip Mileage: 275
As I ride the bike today and think about my Blog topic I am confronted with the creative feast-or-famine dilemma. My Blog topic list is growing, the daily news offers new ideas, the weather has been picture perfect, and we will be visiting a new Pilgrimage Site tomorrow. Hint: prepare to go Kosher! So what should one do when confronted with such a creative tug-of-war? Go to the beach and write poetry of course!
Sunrise near the beach.
Let us travel up the beach. Listening to the voice of nature on that thin ribbon of sand perched between two worlds, one offers us precious breaths the other washes us clean. Both offer mystery and glimpses of the divine.
Walking Towards the Sunrise
Pulsating roar of waves
Damp sand
Stained with sea foam.
Beach skyline
Recedes into the distance
Melting into a yellow
And peach haze.
Sun hidden behind a streak
Of blue gray clouds
Highlighted with golden edges.
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Sandy Cycles
Days
The sage sees in the waves
The eternal give and take
That is life.
Seasons
That which expands outward
Soon retreats
To be followed by another
Lifetimes
Majestic beach scene!
Sandpiper and Child
Darting
Dashing
Two pairs of thin legs
Run from the edge
Of the advancing wave
One seeks
Sustenance
At the water’s edge
The other seeks
Playful abandonment
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Eye of the Beholder Shells
Smooth
Worn
Thin
Oblong
Black
Ignored by beachcombers
In search of more colorful treasures
They are exactly what I seek
Suspended from driftwood
By thin cotton fibers
They respond to the wind’s
Invisible movement
With the rhythmic
Sounds of the sea
Enticing memories of
Roaring waves
And salty breezes
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No Swimming Allowed
Sandpipers
Caught between
The surging waves
And the pounding pace
Of beach joggers
Panic and take flight
Coconut Grove Marina.
My Essence
Should you spread
My ashes
On the ocean’s surface,
Or the red clay soil,
Of my adopted home?
Should you carry them back
To the expansive plains
The tall grass
The shallow streams
The dark rich soil
The home of my youth?
It doesn’t really matter,
For the atoms of my existence
Will find a way to
Trickle through the soil,
Babble in the brook,
Rush through the rapids,
Roar over the falls,
Surging toward the sea,
Joining the waves.
Man's metal mountain skyline awaits!
I hope you have enjoyed today’s walk along the beach and my beach poetry. Look at the skyline of the city. Mankind’s artificial mountains rise up to greet us with new adventures and old memories. Tomorrow we visit images of fame and power, talk of saintly deeds and absolute evil! Stay tuned!
A special thanks to the photographers associated with Panramio for the beautiful scenes from along the roadside. The information on holy days and sacred holidays comes from http://www.interfaithcalendar.org.
I shall open the gate to your Love….. be with me.
“Ignored by beachcombers
In search of more colorful treasures
They are exactly what I seek”
Reminds me of God’s love for us. When Christ was here on the planet, walking the beaches, He loved the unlovely, and, with some spit and polish (love), He makes us beautiful again.
“Brothers, think of what you were when you were called.
Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth.
But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.
He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things-and the things that are not-to nullify the things that are,
so that no one may boast before him.” 1 Corinthians 1:26-29
Really enjoy your blog, Gloris
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