Out of dead,
bone forest,
I found life.
The ocean
shows its power and colors-
white and aqua.
The cliffs go up and down the coast,
in unison with the waves.
The smells
are clean here,
and full of spice.
I walk under a branch bridge,
past trees of rust,
and whirlpool-blue channels.
This is life's living postcard.
Brilliant
web patterns
block our advance-
It is just crying out to be noticed,
observed.
This is the perfect landscape,
and there's more perfection ahead.
A rock shaped
like a coffin door
is the only sign of death here.
There is one sign of man:
crude ropes hung about the path,
trying to tie life down.
They are failing.
Along the
coast,
water seems to shoot out
from within a rock.
Etchings in the coast
remind me of the ancient tributaries
of Mars.
A seal is rolling around happily,
content in play.
I would be content
if I could live in this peace.
Death again…amidst
such life.
A tree has become like a skeleton.
Ominous mist hangs on the hills
like a loose, satin robe.
I hear only
gentle sounds now.
A bird's quiet chirps,
and the far away bark of a sea lion.
The colors you see remind of a child's drawing-
every variety and shade,
beyond color.
The water
seems to feed
a cliff's shelf - mouth
with foamy wave.
Plants underwater
look like ancient sea monsters
hunting in groups.
This land seems so alien
to the damnation of the city.
It makes me sad…
It should be this way.
A rock that
was once a wave,
is now doomed to land.
It just hovers, frozen,
waiting.
I wish it would come alive,
and take me with it,
back out to sea.
Only now do I respect the ocean's awesome power.
But I respect its beauty more.
That's the way we should interpret life,
for its power,
and for its beauty.
That is the key to finding the truth
in everything.
Overlooking
a steep cliff,
I realize I can have death,
in only a few feet.
But, if I stay,
I have life.
The complex life-death struggle,
like in life…I'm walking towards death.
I feel most alive
knowing life and death
are just within a few feet.
Life is giving me the fire shrub,
yet there are frost plants
at my feet.
What a celebration,
to be alive,
by the ocean.