Poetry and personal blog – Spilling my guts to strangers

Maturity

One day, I looked out into sea.
The waves were tossing
As if they were being blown by an almighty wind,
And the sand pulled away from the
Edge of the water as if in fear
Of being swallowed and drowned
By the powerful current.
As I watched, I thought how silly
It was for the sand to run like that
And how foolish the sea was to
Be so angry. I said, “Stop.
Why are you so angry, sea,
And sand, what have you to be
So afraid of? You were
Put here for some glorious
Purpose, to live together as one.
True peace lies in knowing that
You are free and total freedom
Comes from being at peace
With yourself and living in
Harmony with others.”
And the sand, a little embarrassed
by its cowardice, stopped running
And stood still, and waited for the
Sea’s reply, and the sea, realizing
Its folly, stopped its tumultuous
Movement and instead rushed up to the
Shore to embrace the sand.

~ Adriene, 1979

Oh, Very Young

© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2013

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Comments on: "Oh, Very Young (Redux)" (7)

  1. That is so beautiful

  2. 1979 was a good year. And this poem shows wisdom beyond your years. Love that point where the two meet.

  3. Hi,
    I liked this poem a lot, too.

  4. The embrace is such beautiful imagery. It’s exactly this kind of imagination and innocence that I want to continuously bring back from my childhood into today.

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