When the soul of the city aches
With its dead-weight of commerce,
And its mortar and bricks stare at you –
You think of an ocean.
Juniper Beach is one clean
Moment of joyful eternity,
A reward for a million insults of the world –
Children mold sand in different ways
To form interesting objects;
Adults return to their childhoods
To feel their original souls.
Women feel water unmasking
Their worldly covers.
Purity of nature makes
Them more beautiful.
The water drops wafted by the lush loose breeze
Break light into colors;
Floating clouds above
Make us think we are in a journey.
People at the beach are in a fantasy
Of a world that has not come about yet –
But it is possible.
Life is experience
We go to ocean to reclaim our freedom,
Life is a gift of gods –
To explore, to create, and to dream.
We are driven to go back to nature
From where we came;
The intermediate architecture a waste –
Our destiny is written.
Give me a moment of
Clean beautiful freedom;
You can take the Dow Jones,
But let me breathe.
In the surf is the swirl of joy,
In the careless breeze our ingrained freedom;
In the sacrifice our bliss –
Life is an awakened-dream.
Suffern, New York, June 26, 2016