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Posted: May 1st. 2005 5:48:26 AM
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The Sea
by Nika
Age Group: Adult
The Sea
I’ve heard many strange tales in my young life
About peculiar beasts who live in the sea,
Some with great teeth that can tear like a knife,
While others will fly through the air in glee;
Gentle giants who are both strong and wise,
Huge sea serpents that hide beneath the earth,
Dangerous carnivores with deadly eyes,
Playful creatures that dance in mirth,
Skeletal fish with dislocating jaws,
While others lure prey by their light,
Creatures that change colour to stun and awe,
Or can simply disappear from sight!
There have been tales too of other strange beasts,
Though many are believed to be far from true,
Such as enormous sea dragons inhabiting the east,
And singing sirens tricking a wretched crew.
Mermaids who live in palaces far below,
While mischievous sea sprites ride the waves,
Souls of lost shipmates, who moan and glow,
And dinosaur-like creatures hiding in caves,
True sea horses, the swift hippocampi,
Strange formless creatures surrounded by fog,
The people of Atlantis hidden beneath the sea,
And the magical land of Tir na n’Og.
But people say that only in fantasy dwell such things
And tell me to not waste my time in dreams,
But I can’t help it, for this my heart sings,
And my eyes are lit by gentle moonbeams:
I hear the gnomes rustling in the grass,
And the gentle footfalls of fairies on flowers,
Hear elfin laughter as they pass,
And sweet nymph voices singing for hours.
I saw the shadows of pegasi as they flew in the sky
Saw the golden streaks of griffins in dive,
Witnessed the flash of a horn as a unicorn rushed by,
And know in my heart that magic is still alive.
Yet people insist that these things are not true,
That they are fictional stories and nothing more,
Ask me if I have nothing better to do,
Then to engage in fantastical folklore.
They say I am being silly and waste my time,
Or that I’m too old to believe in such things,
That spells are nothing more than chanted rhyme
And horses have no fins, horns or wings;
Fairies and elves are nothing more than bugs,
Whilst griffins are really birds in the sky,
Say there’s no such thing as flying rugs,
And fantasy is nothing to live your life by.
This is not true, I know it’s not so,
Otherwise, what a sad place this would be,
Imagine a world where the stars would not glow,
And leaves not change colours on a tree.
A place where birds will forget how to sing,
And all our days become dull and grey,
Where the sweet chimes of bells will not ring,
And young lambs and fawns don’t frolic and play.
Flowers forget to open and greet the sun,
Waves won’t rush up upon the sand,
People forget how to laugh and have fun,
We would live in a gloomy, miserable land.
The magic is real; it’s in the hearts of us all,
And remains with us each night and day,
To keep us strong, pick us up when we fall,
Enable us to both rest and play.
You hear it in laughter; see it in a smile,
Our poetry and music rings with its charms,
When we’re happy we feel it, every once in a while,
To remember the world wishes us no harm.
This magic is true; it is everywhere,
Although it is neither black nor white,
And although it can damage it can also repair,
This magic is neutral, both darkness and light.
This magic is life: nature, grass and sun,
Although it’s not limited to only our earth;
It is everywhere and inside everyone,
From dancing stars to flames in a hearth.
It comes from the moon, the planets and stars,
From our galaxy and universe wide,
It resides deeps within us, as well as afar
From this magic you never can hide.
It is the essence of life for all things,
It is the life of the universe whole,
And no matter what trouble life may bring,
It is this magic that comforts the soul.
Although the people of past knew this well,
And understood the seasons of life,
The people of today continue to tell,
Whilst complaining that life’s full of strife,
That magic is phoney, a story, no more,
That it’s nothing but fantastical lies,
Superstitions and tricks, fairytales galore,
So as children grow up, belief in magic dies.
Ancients before us did not live in pure peace,
But at least connected to life were they:
Their trust in life and magic never would cease,
“As above, so below”, they would say.
These Ancients knew magic as we never will,
They were connected to nature after all.
And although they did steal, injure and kill,
They did so in response to nature’s call.
But people today have changed a lot,
Though in many ways we are the same,
As technology grows, our magic’s forgot,
And yet we continue to take and lame.
We continue to kill in new, innovative ways,
Using guns, germs, bombs and such,
We can destroy a whole country in under a day,
People, animals, nature; it doesn’t matter much.
Although we believe to have evolved and grown,
This doesn’t always appear to be so,
Our brutal past seems to have shown
We have forgotten “As above, so below”.
We have forgotten the magic within everything,
We have forgotten how to see with our hearts,
We have forgotten that life is a cycle, a ring,
Something of which we are all a part.
Everything is connected; nothing is alone,
We all have a part in magic and being,
Loneliness we should never have known,
Darkness should not have stopped us from seeing.
Magic may be forgotten, but will not disappear
And you can never grow too old to believe,
That it is no story; it is real, and is here
And should not be ascribed to the young and naïve.
For these people have wisdom deep in their hearts,
Which allow them to trust, love, learn and grow,
They see the magic in life, of which they are a part,
And will learn things that many will never know.
These people are true to their very essence of being
And still see the beauty in the dull and the grey,
It is not logic, but their spirits they’re freeing
They will not forget how to sing, dance and play.
In our modern time, we have forgotten to live,
And have surrendered to the hustle and bustle of life,
We have become egocentric and take, but don’t give,
We have encouraged our unhappiness and strife.
Materialistic and selfish, we work for artificial goods,
Many spend their days in mundane and routine toil,
I want to be free to run through the woods
To splash in the waves, draw pictures in soil;
I don’t want to surrender to a bleak, routine day
Ordered to work for clocks, metal, files and forms,
I wish to be free to dance and to play,
I don’t wish to submit to modern society’s norms.
I don’t mind being called naïve, silly or immature,
I continue to believe life should be wild and fun,
To grow up seems to imply accepting life is a bore,
And this rigid, disciplined outlook isn’t for everyone.
There’s talk of the generation of Peter Pan,
And how young people aren’t responsible today,
But just as Peter did not want to become a man,
Young people don’t want to work their life away.
There are many older people, who believe in this too,
Yet the media focuses on young adults and teens,
But consider the world, what did they expect us to do?
Sacrifice ourselves for economical means?
Too many today are unhappy or depressed,
In this fast, changing world they feel lost and forlorn,
Others feel trapped, isolated or repressed
Is this the type of life for which we were born?
Were we born to grow, to study, to work then to die,
With only a small group of people enjoying more,
Or were we born to live, love and let our dreams fly,
Please tell me, what are our lives for?
Should we live our lives for our hopes and dreams,
Or should we live for the almighty dollar?
And when our desires are torn right at the seams,
Should we look to the stars, or hide in a bar?
The stars bring us beauty, possibilities never-ending,
They help encourage dreams and romantic thoughts,
Drinks at bars, on the other hand, are mind bending,
And can bring forth problems of all sorts.
They may help drown your mind for a short time,
But rest assured problems soon return in might,
And may result in aggression, heartache or crime,
As drunken individuals cry, blame, drive or fight.
Stars offer hope and peace, free for everyone,
And no matter what, they will always be there,
As diamonds in a darkened sky, or hidden by the sun,
Stars let us know that the magic is everywhere.
Don’t count on concoctions to bring you peace,
Many, you’ll find, will not work for long,
It is your own mind and heart you should appease,
Finding peace within yourself can do you no wrong.
You have the ability; just look deep inside,
There you’ll find a place of healing light,
Magic is everywhere; it cannot hide,
It’s up to you to use your sight.
Problems are everywhere; nobody is really free,
If it’s not money, it may be food, health, or love,
This is something we all can see,
It’s up to you to soar above.
Be one of those who remembers to sing and play,
Enjoy the rainbows, flowers, snow and sun,
Benefit from the warmth and magic of each day,
Remember to laugh, smile and live for fun.
Some may call you naïve or immature,
But you’ll witness things they’ll never see,
And you’ll understand what many had said before:
Life is only worth living when we’re free.
People are beginning to remember this once more,
And are accused of hiding in Never Neverland,
But you’ll find that these in spirit are never poor,
And savour each grain of the hourglass sand.
Perhaps in time, we shall once again know,
The natural power of the Earth and Sky,
And as the Ancients: As Above, So Below,
Perhaps one day we’ll learn to fly.
Seconds and machines should not control our days,
One day we’ll remember to live and let live,
Perhaps modern society is simply a phase,
And we’ll return to a time where we could dance and give.
Perhaps, one day, we’ll see the magic everywhere,
And we’ll learn to accept it as a part of us,
We’ll see the whole world as wondrous and fair,
And be free to play, dream and to discuss.
Perhaps, some day, others too will see,
The dwarves eating by the mountainside,
The sylphs floating in the breeze so free,
The pixies as they giggle and hide,
The dragons residing deep in grottos,
The dryads hiding within their trees,
The Bunyip resting in a quiet doze,
The genies granting wishes to please,
The Kappa drifting just offshore,
The elves within the forest glade,
And other mythological creatures galore,
Which from our lives have begun to fade.
Perhaps one-day people will no longer say,
That these belong in fantasy and fables,
That stories and daydreams are a waste of a day,
And that we should be working at a machine or table.
Perhaps, one day, many others will hear,
The rustles and whispered voices all around,
The stories and music I hold so dear,
Hear the giggles and laughter at the fairy mound.
Perhaps people will listen with their heart,
And remember that life is a spiral, a ring,
Perhaps remember that we’re simply one part
Of the magic which is in everything.
The unicorns are there, just beyond our sight,
Even the dragons regard us with a wary eye,
Goblins sneak through the street at the dead of night,
But we don’t see them and just pass by.
If we’re blind to the magic, how can we say,
That this is all there is and nothing more,
That life is cruel, there’s no other way,
And this is all that life has in store.
If we refuse to listen, to feel and see,
How can we expect to live and to learn,
How can we ever expect to be free,
Or accept that life is a wheel in constant turn?
The magic is here, and it’s within us all,
Dreams, stories and hope enrich our heart,
The question is, do we answer magic’s call,
Do we accept the world of which we are a part?
Or do we prefer to stay where we are now,
And continue our lives on this concrete path?
Do we continue without asking why and how,
Do we forget to play, dance and laugh?
Is technology our world anew?
Is the natural world and magic lost?
I can’t find the answers, I’m asking you,
What will our technological lives cost?
Where are our dreams and fairytales?
Our days of rest, laughter, play and fun?
Why all this corruption and crowded jails?
Why aren’t basic needs there for everyone?
What is the purpose of these social divisions?
Why is there so much anger and hate?
Such things serve to obstruct our vision,
Is this to be our evolutionary fate?
We still have a choice of what to do
It’s putting it in effect that’s the hard part,
I want to find a path that’s true
To connect me to the magic in my heart.
For this I always turn to the sea,
That endless field of living blue,
I believe the ocean is always free,
And life beneath the surface is pure and true.
The sea cannot be conquered, caught or tamed,
Cannot be altered like the soil on land,
And yet, even the incessant sea has been maimed
Distressed and tainted by the human hand.
But the sea can heal even when turned to mud,
Despite whatever people may do;
It can’t be destroyed; it’s the Earth’s blood,
And affects all life on this planet, too.
We may test our bombs in its deep waters,
And into its depths, our waste release,
But this pollution will poison our sons and daughters,
When will this unwanted destruction cease?
The oil that kills the fish, birds and seals
Washes up from the sea to the sand,
And the poison absorbed by the clams, squids and eels
Are also absorbed by the creatures of land.
While it may appear we’re polluting an endless void
And that the sea will simply heal itself,
The sea may survive, but life will be destroyed,
Though new life may come with its reviving health.
Despite this poison, I still love the sea,
Which remains cleaner than the surface earth,
It’s a place still natural, wild and free,
Filled with adventure, serenity and mirth.
From the surface, enlivened with rolling waves,
Past the currents, like a refreshing breeze,
To the golden sand, or deep rocky caves,
To the unfathomable depths of the deepest seas.
With deep forests, like those that reach for the sky,
Comprising of kelp instead of pine,
To barren deserts that sweep and sigh
And of any life, there’s little sign.
So much like land, yet so different too,
It can be alien yet still very much the same,
A world always changing, with so much to do,
A lifestyle free that won’t ever be tame.
The purpose of life is simple and unbound,
A life that’s free to live and let live,
Recognizing that life is a wheel, turning round,
And that nature may take, but will also give.
It is this pure and sincere freedom that I adore,
And I love the sea with each changing tide
It’s a life we require, more and more
But cannot be attained via greed, control or pride.
Magic runs wild in every drop of the sea,
From the deepest depths to the dancing foam,
I can feel the sea tide connected to me,
As the ocean in my veins flows and roams.
It may appear to many that magic’s forgot,
As they can no longer see the pegasi fly,
But the sea has yet to claim they exist not,
The tolerable sea has yet to say goodbye.
I, too, know that the magic is true,
Although many no longer seem to care,
Which is why I wish to escape to the blue,
Which persists to accept the magic everywhere.
There are so many problems on earth today,
Where many people feel repressed or lost,
Few remember to laugh, dance and play,
Perhaps this is our technological cost?
I still love the trees, birds and flower,
And believe the world is a beautiful sight,
However I also believe in the magical power,
Which is in everything, both darkness and light.
I can still hear the centaurs race and fairies fly,
And the sirens’ soft, enchanting tune,
I can still sense the magic in the earth and sky,
Reflected in stones, lakes, sun and moon.
And I feel connected to the magic at sea,
I can sense the waves calling my name,
It is the one place where I truly feel free,
A place where nothing stays the same.
Nothing is stagnant, there’s constant flow,
And bright, natural colour everywhere,
New possibilities as the tides roll to and fro,
Dazzling creatures, both common and rare.
There’s so much to see, but do take heed,
The uncommon in the ocean don’t hide,
There are the gentle giants, and fish of speed,
And some few know of above the tide.
There may not be many who continue to see,
The creatures of mythology alive and well,
However, when it comes to the myths of the sea,
Under the waves they continue to dwell.
In my young life I’ve heard many strange tales,
And observed the life experienced on land,
Instead of school, I yearn to hear the wisdom of whales,
And explore the deepest blue and golden sand.
I’d rather dodge giant squids and dragons of sea,
And enjoy the limitless freedom and mirth,
Experienced by mer-creatures wild and free,
Than be bound to controlled routine on earth.
Author's Notes: Although it may appear to be a work criticising modern society, it is not really so. It's more of a poem of questioning, as well as dreaming of another place. Utopia cannot possible exist, and I realise this, as everybody IS different, therefore we all have different opinions, beliefs, hopes, dreams, ideas etc. It also focuses on magic, however not the magic shown in fairytales, hollywood etc, nor is it the magic experienced in ritual. It is that other special type of magic you feel when you see birds fly against the blue sky, or watch kittens play, or witness waves crashing against the cliff; beautiful and wonderful natural sights which help you feel at peace with yourself and the world. It is a personal poem, and I have been told in the past that if I claim things such as the existence of unicorns and dragons that I would probably end up in a mental institution, however this is how I feel. No, elves don't run up to me in the street and I don't talk to sirens whilst on holidays, but things don't necessarily need to be physical realities to exist, they are able to exist symbolicly. This is much of what my magic is about, and I consider everday things, such as the walk to uni, or listening to music, or lying on the grass watching clouds, to be my ritual. That's the main purpose behind this poem, to reflect me: my mind, ideas, concerns, opinions. It is not correct, my exertion that magic exists is simply an opinion, and as we are all equally entitled to our opinions, there can be no right or wrong answers. However, I did wish to share it to see if others do share such ideas, or to hear other's thoughts concerning this topic.I apologise that it is rather long, however my biggest difficulty is sticking to word limits and I continually write for longer than I originally intend to. That's all I've got to say, for now, and I hope you enjoyed the poem :) Brightest blessings!
Author's Location: Brisbane - Chapel Hill, Queensland
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