{"id":5,"date":"2012-07-04T19:15:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-04T19:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/2012\/07\/04\/sea\/"},"modified":"2012-12-03T15:06:21","modified_gmt":"2012-12-03T13:06:21","slug":"sea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zecharya.com\/blog\/2012\/07\/04\/sea\/","title":{"rendered":"Sea!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Once upon a time
\nmany many years ago
\nthere was the great, great
\nsea.<\/em>
\n
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

The weight of the moon<\/em>
\nas she circled the Earth<\/em>
\npulled<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and tugged on the sea.<\/em>
\nPushed<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and tugged.<\/em>
\nThe tides came<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and went<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and ebbed<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and flowed<\/em>
\nin<\/em>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out.<\/em><\/div>\n
With the tide came waves
\nback
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and forth
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>up
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and down
\nin
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out.<\/em><\/div>\n


\nNot on dry land did life first appear
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>but among the flowing waves
\nand the rising tide
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and the back
\nand forth of the sea,
\nwhose rhythms were reflected
\nin the first pulsations
\nof single-celled organisms.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n


\nStay very, very still
\nand you will hear the sound of the sea.
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>In
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out.
\nIn
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out.
\nOur very breath reveals our origins
\nand the sea lives
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>in the pushing
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and pulling
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>in the tension
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and release
\nin the constant pulsations
\nof our heart.
\n<\/em><\/div>\n


\nWe were conceived in the sea
\nof fluids created by our mother and father.
\nBack
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and forth.
\nIn
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out
\nas the primordial waters continued to flow.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n


\nAnd in the sea of our mother’s womb
\nwe rested
\nas its rhythm echoed around us.<\/em><\/div>\n


\nWe are the amoeba, the spermatozoon,
\nthe ovum.
\nWe are the tadpole.
\nWe are seventy percent water!
\nWe are the sea.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n


\nLet’s listen again to our own song.
\n<\/em><\/div>\n


\nSea forms an amoeba
\nand it is beautiful.
\nSea forms a tadpole
\nand it is beautiful.
\nSea forms a human body
\nand it is beautiful.
\nIn the pulsations of the brain,
\nsea forms thoughts, ideas
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and feelings
\nand they are all beautiful!
\nAnd they are still Sea.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPress your hand to mine
\nand let us feel the ebb and flow.
\nThe sea in our veins.
\nTogether we are still seventy percent water!
\nSea taking a form
\nto touch sea taking a form.
\n<\/em><\/div>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

On dry land
\nsea walks.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Sea produces thoughts of difference
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>sea produces feelings of fear
\nand as the thoughts come
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and go
\nas the feelings rise
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and fall
\nsea forms throw rocks at sea forms.
\nSea fires bullets at sea.
\nBut how can sea kill sea?
\n<\/em><\/p>\n


\nSea is neither killing sea nor dying.
\nSea remains sea even if, among the amoeba,
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>the tadpole, the human body
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>or its pulsating brain,
\nsea rarely forms the thought
\nthat recognizes sea as sea.
\n<\/em><\/div>\n


\nCome, let us go down
\nto the sea.
\nLet us listen to her song
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>to our song
\nand as the tide rises with our breath,
\nask:
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

“O Sea!
\nO Mother so vast and deep,
\npresent in all of your forms.
\nYou are our bodies, you are our thoughts.
\nOur joy and suffering
\nto you are only shifting and momentary waves,
\nbut when you form joy, we are joy.
\nWhen you form suffering, we are suffering.
\nHow can you permit this storm of confusion,
\nthese waves of hate and discrimination?”<\/div>\n


\nIn
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out.
\nRise
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and fall.
\nBack
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and forth.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n


\nIn
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and out.
\nRise
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and fall.
\nBack
\n<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and forth.<\/em>
\n
\n<\/em><\/div>\n
“Dear son, dear daughter,
\nI feel your concern, your desire
\nas they are sea forms like any other.
\nWhen concern forms in you,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>I have become concern.
\nWhen anxiety flows in the stream of your feelings,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>I have become anxiety.
\nThey form
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and pass
\nThey ebb
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>and flow.
\nWhatever wave rises in your heart
\nI have become.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Fear, concern, desire, confusion:
\nI am all of these.
\nHow could it be otherwise?
\nWhy do you expect Sea
\nto be anything other
\nthan your very nature?<\/p>\n

“Son, daughter, please listen,
\nreturn to your song, to my song.
\nReturn to our shared rhythm
\nto hear yourself in me
\nto hear me in yourself
\nand in all sea forms.<\/p>\n

“When the tide of compassion
\nrises in your heart
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>– I am compassion.
\nWhen the wave of understanding
\nforms in the wet folds of your brain
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>– I am understanding.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Awake! And I will be awake.
\nLet me walk gently with your feet
\nupon my own sea body.
\nLet me look with your eyes
\nto admire my own sea splendor.<\/p>\n

“It is with your lips
\nthat I can smile upon my own sea form.
\nIt is with your heart
\nthat I can love.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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