Sea Encrusted Sky

Life is interesting these days. In the distance I can hear the Southern California Seagulls singing songs of victory and divine enjoyment. In the air I can smell the sparkling salt water of the left coast deep blue. On my skin I can feel the warm west winds. My face takes in the sensation from the beaming, but cloud covered sky. Life isn’t so bad when you live inside a painting. Lush rolling hills surround me with paramount views of farmland and heavenly meadows. One word: paradise. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful place in the country. I am sure there are some out there but as for now this is the landscape painted by the Divine Artist and Creator of all.

My feet feel the sturdy sensation of warm concrete connecting to sand. Beyond the horizon lyes the imperfect opportunity to experience the perfect unknown. My toes dance in the tiny grains of salty sand. The california palms give shade from an already shady skyline. The ocean looks like it is full of diamonds and sapphires as it glistens and glows with every rise and fall. The waters gracefully show how they fiercely capture their most inner desires. Each wave with its own heart beat come alive as the winds twirl about from the inside out.

Tiny crabs and creatures walk alongside the shore hoping to find exactly what every human is looking for. Deep below the pressured sea, creatures lurk for the extreme.

Our eyes cannot see because of the film covered water. We smile because we cannot comprehend the beauty. At a place so luxurious there is no competing. The painting painted by the author wins the show. Nothing can compare.

The painting comes alive like a symphony. Instruments we don’t understand play chords that we cannot fathom. Everything has more than three dimensions. Everything is alive and dead at the same time. Nothing is understood. Nothing has to be understood. We just know that it is beautiful.