Waves

Endlessness of waves is always an alluring enigma. It’s so baffling to me that i always end up getting tired after simply sitting and watching the waves hit the shore in various levels of ferocity. When normal, it’s like a lover's hug. Ocean being the loving woman, hugging the land lover with tireless repetition. And mind you, never once this egoistic land returns the hug. And shudder to imagine what it would be if ever land tries to return! Sometimes it also feels like the mother giving her energy, attention, love and happiness to the children endlessly, who are as flat and emotionless and always takes the moms for granted like the land.

As the depth on the shore increases, the height of the waves increase. This summer I had the opportunity to visit quite a few beaches on the Pacific shores. Each beach is unique. Its all water, well...salt water, its all sand and its all Pacific. But one beach had only all rocks and pebbles - absolutely no sand. And the water was calm - though a few feet from the water's edge looked deep and forbidding. Another beach, lovely, white, soft, clean almost sugar like sand. Clean gentle waves. Another beach - so scenic. Mountain on the other side, beautiful blue waters with little caves on the ocean side. But very ferocious wave, deep waters and huge waves.

What’s my connection with waves? The unfathomable ocean endlessly pulls me during moments of internal chaos. The sound of waves crashing on the shores competes with the silent scream of voices inside that are so deafening. When I return a serenity engulfs my whole being. It is as if, the endless waves and the ocean depths have given me a newer understanding. As you go deep down, only a monumental silence will prevail. All the peripheral noises are only peripheral. So go deep. And stay calm.