I have withdrawn,
from so long times spent in the emulsions of the foam,
on the surface of the wet sand,
Today, I have withdrawn,
I have lost contact between the shore and my eyes,
My ears, once immersed in the crackling of the spreading waves,
Now, settled, rested, instead of the onlookers on the seawall, they no longer stir either to the noises or the flashes.
I am surprised today to have let myself be carried away with the falling waters,
The tidal index must have been higher than I thought,
I was caught in a current, perhaps.
The sea continued its movements back and forth
And here I abode.
Notes & Silence 
Might I suggest you leave the metaphorical sea of everyday life, in all its ephemeral spray, and seek time at the real sea? The tides, the onshore winds, the rough grass on the clifftops and the clouds will prove surprisingly healing, if you just wait, watch and listen, alone.
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Ho I would like this very much Simon.
Born on the sea shore,
There is a strong overlap in me of
« mer » and « mère ».
(sea and mother)
Universal Womb
Marian Matrix.
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The wind and waves can wash your heart.
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