Tag: sea
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sea level up
The sea gives, the sea takes.A pit full of wateris the land where I live. © E n i s ∞ r song: Bed Across the Sea – Jesca Hoop As water flows gently, so music carries us — notes that sway like waves, in which the soul learns to drift and finds comfort in
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low light
Let me simply sweep them away — those quiet, smoldering grey days of muted futility.They are nothing more than the light turned low, a gentle setting, once… © E n i s ∞ r song: Man of War – Radiohead
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Sandcastle
At the edge of early morningI built a castle made of goldwith towers greeting newborn sunlightand moats in quiet ancient cold. But from afar there came the breathingof the sea that slowly nearedher fingers silver salted driftingtouched the work that I held dear. One wave a soft and foaming arcmade trembling walls give way.A second
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Ripple effect
It’s the ripple effect — pure manifestation.A matter of a meditative state of being; for me, that is photography.A mirror of our consciousness.It appears in countless shapes and forms.It is neither here nor now. It is life itself — it is our humanity.The driving force behind our will to exist.We do this together, in respect
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tide
It is the mystery that calls to you, thrilling in its newness.And once its depths are revealed, it softens into the ordinary.Yet in that moment, you understand why your heart chose it first. When the current pulls you under, be still.Surrender to the tideit will carry you gently into calmer seas. © E n i
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The sound of the sea
‘Penelope took the shell and put it to her ear. The sound of the sea put her at ease. As her beloved Odysseus had promised her, it meant that he was still alive’. © Enisoor Anyone who has lived in depth for too long has the greatest difficulty surrendering to the surface.
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food for the sun
Checkmate as food for the sun.It was your turn, the tide has gone.The current sweeps away my unruliness.She tickles, rolls and tumbles me.I now lie naked before an honest finder. © Enisoor It’s not what you drag along, it’s what you let blow away into …dust.
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return to form
The drainpipe It rustles, rainwater bubbles out. The emotion can return to the vast sea. I pull out that hook so it can flow freely again. © Enisoor It’s not about seeing, it’s about feeling what you see
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Salt
All the salt All the tide All the swell Words wash up I’m the beachcomber You my alphabet The sea © Enisoor













