TransParentSea

A 20 knot North East wind rose with the sun and I jumped out of my bed excited like I am when the waves are huge and clean. It was only two foot high and onshore this morning.  Through the messed up, crossed up chaotically beautiful textured waves my small canoe cleared the lineup.  I never feel like I push my way through the waves and enforce myself upon the ocean when I paddle out.  It has always felt like she, the mother, the vibrant wild embracive sea, lets me out, pulls me out, and into her.  I have no control over the situation, it is her decision to let me past the breaking row of waves that travel infinitely through the worlds of form and formlessness.

The sail is up and unfurled only three quarters. Wind grabs a hold of me and all of a sudden we synchronise, Kilometres go by, but I don’t sense travel because I am moving with the movement that is all around me. Nothing is fixed, including my mind. An albatross with a yellow neck swoops in curiously and that is my first moment of observing what I am a part of.  I have nearly gotten to Byron Bay, and Julian Rocks sit upon the surface like sentinels on watch.  Thats when I sense movement as I fly past the rocky islands.   I start whistling and hooting like a child on a bike, smiling from ear to ear.  Surfing down swells, laughing at nothing, but at the same time everything…  I feel empty yet full.  It is said that the paradox is the closest we can come to describing God, the divine, holy spirit.  I feel tiny, but connected to the entirety of creation and therefore vast in my sense of self.  I feel like the wind and spirit, the waves that lift and roll and the sky that embraces all………  the sense of  ’ I ‘ is no longer limited to this human body. The church of the open sky is in full swing.

At this point of bliss I turn my gaze to the cape.  Exploding from the depths of the sea one hundred yards beyond The Pass comes a humpback whale.   Angelic white belly glowing in the sunlight, huge white wings opened out wide as he rolls to the side in mid air before somehow seeming suspended for a second of clock time……….   then crack! Gravity returns and he sinks back down into the crackle of white water all around his body.  I realise, just as humans love to feel weightless and float in the sea, whales must love to feel the immensity of their form when they break weightlessness for a moment and pierce the surface.   Perhaps that is why they beach themselves a lot when they are about to die…   as a human I think I Will take myself down to the sea when I am old and on my death bed, let mother ocean pull me out one  last time,  and relax into an eternal embrace within her quiet depths.  Maybe the whale wishes to feel its form within gravity, to feel the stars and sun shine down upon it’s sensitive skin without the watery filter, perhaps it wishes to be out of the noisy ocean where it’s senses are constantly listening to sonic frequencies booming back information.  Water transmits sound greater than air.  Maybe they wish to listen to the winds which they have only glimpsed when breaching the oceans surface.. and feel it upon their skin….   all this floods my imagination as I watch the biggest brained animal on this planet play with it’s form and surroundings.     Transparentsea has BEGUN!!