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Ocean of Words and Poetry
Sometimes I feel I’m in the middle of the Arabian Ocean, floating on my back looking at the bright blue sky with little puffs of clouds.
The body relaxed, the water neither warm nor cold and the mind absolutely careless about everything in the world.
Sometimes I think I’m in the middle of the Arabian Ocean, swimming amidst the clown fishes and corals while looking at the octopus passing.
The heart beats in a rhythmic pattern, the breathing synched with the thoughts of the mind and the body just flowing with the ocean.
Sometimes I think the ocean has my heart and sometimes I believe my heart is the ocean of words and poetry.
