Skies are lit by their environments. Seaskies are my favorite. Waves and ripples in the blue and cloud-white up high and above always resound of the voices raising from the sea. Deep, deep under the silence of a sea’s horizon, there’s a vast world of Creation whose survival is based on water. We all have our bubbles of reality. Somebody said, “Reality is as you make it.”
Twas a lifetime where I knew an oyster. She had a knack of making it seem darker than it really was. There was often great but subtle fright in her voice. The vastness of the unknown was to remain unknown. Ola the Oyster preferred to stay in her dark shell than to pop out and swim the seas.
The fisherman goes out fishing. He catches not even a nibble.
You know why?
‘Cause he was lookin’. His intention was to win a fish over. He believed in the power of his brandnew fishing hook. That’s all there was to it. He was lookin’. Now the fine line is between looking and believing. How can anything bite if he makes too many ripples in his mind because he is looking too hard and not believing? It bites down to the art of believing.
The fisherman catches a fish because he has his pole in the water but he’s not causing vibrational, if you will, ripples by looking. You can’t have the cake and eat it after all. Looking and getting are two major components of enrichment in so many shades of thoughts and emotions. It might come to register to the mind as an art of balance. Oh, balance, look at what we have gained and lost. We can only hope that it’s at least an even trade off. You know, we miss our turn every now and then or even more so.
When the rustling leaves end,
How glistening whispers rise and fall
What the swirling stillness brings
Why hearing waves take place after all that
Coffee beans will shake you awake
Like some vanilla delight will cradle you
Then, you are good for some lavender glow
Finally, coral love surrounds you
It’s totally easy to brim with the empty glass mentality even with an overflowing cup of something. “I’m about to spill this!” could qualify as evidence. You want my reason for this. My safest assumption would be the basis of our societal living. It is based more on gaining power more than sowing honesty and sharing. However, it so seems that love just wins in the end no matter how torrid it gets. Love is also often masked as regret, bitterness, and pain. Love is like the awakened version, always was, is, and will be. It’s just the point. At least it makes a lot of sense to me. After all, love is something worthwhile spreading.
Stephanie Gasco is colorful even when she is being monochromatic.