Shhh...

The eloquence of silence speaks only to those who cannot hear

The beauty of life’s living is known only by those who do not fear

The bliss of your love felt only when you come, naked, here


It's hanging in my aura like the sounds of the seagulls did, on Monday. That squeal that reminds me that I am where I most love to be... in beauty and in love... in me.

When I arrived at the North end, there wasn't much beach to sprawl out on as the water was especially frisky. A few brave wave jockeys were out in the peaks that looked like they were at least triple the height of their own fleshy statures. What was left of the battered ridge above the sand was ripe with anticipation as the wet suits and bucket-toting tots waited to begin.

I knew there was a risk in plunging down onto the beach, as one of those waves could rush up at any time and whisk me away. I guess I barely thought about it before tossing my goods down into the sand. I needed to be in that beauty and it wouldn't have mattered if it took my life.

The sweetest surrender comes only when naked and fearless, you submit to your longing.

I nestled my chair into an alcove of rocks which served as an amphitheater of echo when the waves crashed and roared. It was a symphony of magnificence which stole my thoughts and breath. It was in this abandoned state of cognizance that I realized the eloquence of silence. An infusion of unparalleled beauty set ablaze, the currents of energy which grounded me.

I don't know if minutes or hours had passed, but since the waters had receded and the sun was beginning to singe me, I peeled off my sweatshirt and headed down the beach. Any other day might have found me caring that my melon-tinted bra was obviously exceeding the limits of my skimpy white tank top. If I hadn't already been wishing to be naked at that time, I might have cared.

It never takes more than a few minutes for me to find my way into the water. Just a little bit... cool my feet...
A huge wave snuck up behind me, and soaked me to my waist. It almost sounded like playful laughter as the rocks tumbled upon themselves in the retreating of my prankster.

Looking down to see how soaked I was (as if this was actually a question), I laughed. It was a good thing I changed my underwear when I decided to wear the thin, white pants because... the saturation of color which the ocean afforded my garb, showcased some vibrant, multi-colored polka dots beneath my now see-through pants. These definitely matched my upper wear more than their predecessor, the leopard spots, would have.

Yeah, walking down the beach in the warmth of sun, blissful and harmonious, right down to my underwear. Not a care or a fear, in the eloquence of this silence.

There is hooting outside my window tonight. I love it when you sing to me.