Sighing over sweet, ancient memories,
the ocean combs out her wavy locks, carelessly
spilling them across the flaxen sand.
The untroubled sky writes her love-notes
on the feathers of seabirds, and she gives no reply
except a faint, shy caress at the horizon.
Even I of the most loquacious mind
sit watching in permeating silence;
there is a kind of clarity here
such as I have never found.
My mom says she always pictures herself by the ocean when she's meditating, and I never fully understood why until my trip to Cuba. What image(s) tends to pop up when you're trying to calm or quiet your mind?