Transcendence

"The Golden Sheet of Waves and that Warm Light"

As one sets for the beach at dawn.....one is bound to witness the slow mixing of a new golden white light with the past darkness of the night. The streets are deserted and the wind bears that chill which is the message of a cold night.....as the sun rises it engulfs that wet chill in the air and replaces it with something wram and familiar....a fondling of the body and soul with that first light of the day.....that feeling of security and warmth exeuding from the golden rays of the sun.....for as their reflecion on the sea waves is breathtaking, their soaking into the soul a delectation. For the moment a casual observer like myself is as much caught by the golden haze of the waves approaching in a rhythmic and comforting manner towards them, as by the tingling senstaion of the warm morning sun......looking across the horizon the childhood fantasies of the city of gold, all seem ooh so true......with its rivers cascading in their golden brilliance and the structures all golden and alive. The sea at dawn shows quite the same magic that a child of 7 or 8 will imagine......extending ones gaze from the forth coming waves that hit you one after the other.......the magic of the morning sun combined with that enchanting backgorund of the sea....its sounds, and sights all combine to give the morning a special glow.....it travells to the distant buildings.... transforming them, as a sheet of gold and ivory descends upon their nooks and corners. Engulfing them as a whole and presenting to the eye a sort of conversion......to the heart a feeling of transcendence that grows as the rays shimmer across the flat roofs and reflect from the glass windows.

The sea as limitless as human thought....as boundless as the age of time....its silky wetness as smooth and tingling as a feather's touch. As i gaze into the fast disappearing night...that holds within its many folds stories and secrets untold, unshared and unexposed, i am but reminded of the many facts of life...the suffering of one while the joy of another, the challenge of one and the feat of the other, the life of one and the demise of another......the perfect harmony that cannot be touched but felt in every turn of the day, every shift of the light, every swing of the wind. The order within caos......one can witness the symmetry within disorder and the perfection within ambiguity. The eye falters at times, conceives what isn't, what can never be.......is blinded from what is and what has always been....these moments of transformation of change reminding, consoling and soothing a weary heart.....a tired set of feet......an exhausted pair of hands......and a drained body and soul, that there is more to their endeavors.....something beyond that is apparent....some light of hope....a glimmer of life that will never fail them in the most tremulous of times.

So the next time you gaze at that sun....that sea.... think of all that they hold.....the meaning that they put into your and so many other people's lives.....the promise that they encompass of something new and fresh....someone beautiful and aglow.....some thought that can change, transfrom and enlighten a being.....some speck of courage and valor. For i am a bystander between the two faces, the two phases, between black and white....captured and tortured by the mystique of one and the brilliance of the other.....mesmerized and caught in one while witness to the truth and clarity of the other.....bewitched and enchanted yet simple and lucid......i cannot lay claim to either.....full of the night's dreads and confusions yet smiling at the light of the day. For i believe i havn't given up on either......neither the sun nor the night's darkness.....neither the beauty and perfection of the sea nor the dangerous depths of its nature.....i hold on to both, unable to let go of either.....and as i gazed into the conversion of both i couldnot help but sigh!!!