The sea, the sea, I must go
down again to the sea
for i hear its calling
in the very bones of me.
It\'s not the crash of waves
nor to float upon the deep
or building castle shapes
her hungry tides greedily keep.
Not those but what it does
here inside... to the spiritual me
becalming unanswered questions
giving the sight to actually see.
Raising me up above the
mundane and confused
to my own insignificance
not too big for my shoes.
Oh to meditate to her crashing roar.