I Come Here To Think Poem by Kasia Fedyk

I come here to think, there is something about the salt in the air, the sound of the waves coming to the shore, the openness of the ocean, the color, I always feel like its talking to me, whispering something I need to know about, something I need to be a part of, some kind of hidden secret I have no clue about, the water is so free maybe I always felt that we never truly are, that there is something that keeps us locked up, like a prisoner trying to escape and spends most of his life figuring out how and which way to run, run from this imprisonment, cut the steel bars and fly again.
I always thought I was different, I could not quite figure it out, something in me has this vision, seeing everything so different from a different angle than all that I come across, like holding something so close that you just can not ever part with, it becomes part of you.
I can almost compare this to being a child, so innocent, so pure, where fear has no name, so curious with imagination that could create a different world, its almost magical, maybe the reason is that the connection to the Universe itself is still so fresh, so uninhibited from the worldly ways, this mondaine way of life, so restricted, so controlled, we loose it every year it seems like, every year that we add to our years of becoming this so called, adult, wiser, more attuned to all that is, more free from all inhibitions but I don't see it, where is the truth in that.
All that we try so hard to let go of seems to fit us with such force, it knocks us out, cold, you know what I see in a child's smile, purity, sincerity, like light that shows itself, coming straight from the source, from the core, from that connection with the other side, still so fresh.
I come here to think, because as much as I feel different I have become the part of this, of this world, of the way things should be and it scares me, I know I still have that child in me but how can I bring it out more, create anew, something that has been lost somewhere on this road, in all the crossroads along the way to becoming this adult.
I wan to feel free once more, like this ocean that is staring back at me, smiling and telling me something, so maybe I will just sit here for a while and truly listen to the whispering sound of the waves,
I know, I will find and I will know all the secrets it holds, in every dropp of its magnificence.
Can you hear, can you hear? .. its whispering.....



every dropp of its magnificence.
Can you hear, can you hear? .. its whispering.....