Run with the wind and dance with the sea.
The Pacific
Run with the wind and dance with the sea.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose.
We fell from heaven.
Nights of love and passion overtaken
by silence and a goodbye.
I climbed to the highest mountain I could find.
Took me hours to go to the Olympic mountains
in Washington State.
I found a unmarked path.
I tried to touch the sky.
I went to the ridge of the mountain.
I watched the hawks.
I sat and prayed for some kind of peace.
The hawks sat close.
Keeping me company.
I was dead in heart.
My spirit saw no peace or calm.
A gentle rain came down.
The forest somehow overtook my eyes.
I was swimming in nature beauty.
I thanks the great Spirit for this day.
I took the long walk back to my truck.
Thinking of the gifts of nature all around me.
I realized how small I was.
I held my suicide board tightly.
The rope connect to my wrist.
Held the board close even if I lost it.
Me and my good friend Padget went into the Winter
storms of the oceans without fear.
Took 45 minute to find the strongest point of the waves.
I was tossed in all directions by the powerful sea.
Some were 200 feet in height.
I felt one with the water.
She could take me away.
Or allow me to dance with her.
Many people would watch us daily.
They would come to us.
Ask us did we fear the ocean or were we crazy?
I would tell them.
“Take no chances.
Know no pleasure or won’t know the feel of testing life and death.”
I met the woman again.
She came to me.
She asks me to come back.
She told me “I missed you.
I’m sorry for being loco sometime.”
I smiled.
I remembered crying in my beer.
Being lost and confused.
I look at the Seaside ocean.
I remember the breeze of the mountain air.
The hawk sitting across from me.
“Whispering know the real joy of life.
Leave the shit behind.
Run with the wind.”
I watched the ocean dance.
She was calling me.
I wished to go to her.
Dance with the waves and be free.
I reached over and kissed my old love.
I told her ” thank you.”
I told her “I found a true love.”
“I will run with wind.
I will dance with sea.
I will be free and strong.”
Coyote
13 Nov 2010
Beautiful… Should come for a swim in Florida… It’s beautiful here this time if year…
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I need a vacation in Florida. Would be nice. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Came for the pictures, stayed for the poetry. Very poignant.
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Nothing better than the ocean. Thank you for stopping by and reading.
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Continue running with the wind, and thank you for letting me run with you.
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Good to run with the wind. When we run with the wind. We can taste some form of freedom. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful poem and very inviting pic. It’s a lovely day here for the surf!
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My best days was in the sea. Maybe this year I can see the Monterey coast again. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you John. Very inspiring and spiritually powerful.
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Thank you. Old thoughts when youth gave me strength.
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A very good reflection.
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Hanging on to the olive branch, a reason to believe, perhaps free means to open and allow yourself to be bound to the one who truly loves you..to be free to love, to hope, to dream to feel.
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Real freedom is when we can do and think without concern from the people who had gave up or gave in. Better to walk with the few than walk with people who follow directions and take no chances. Love and words are the last uncontrolled freedom. No-one had the right to tell another how to think and what to desire. Thank you Katie. A very old poem. Years ago I was going to save the world. Today I want to live a bit longer and ensure all the people I love are okay.
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Thank you.
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