We drove around today and found an isolated beach where we sat close to the calm and beautiful Pacific and just watched the ocean as she ushered our eyes towards the horizon.
There were young girls smoking pot and listening to loud and not so tasteful music not far from us on their own blanket.
There was a couple strolling along the shore - an older gentleman and a much younger beautiful woman. As they got closer and closer, one of the pot smoking girls got up and ran towards the ocean to jump in and swim, but, as if deliberately, she passed right in front of them (she wasn’t wearing much).
As she cut right in front of them, the gentleman threw a secret but highly noticeable glance towards her behind. The gentleman’s companion, the much younger beautiful woman, sneaked a peek in her own subtle way towards the almost naked and much much younger girl.
Inside her very subtle but roaring glance, there was a look that contained a hint of insecurity, irritation, pleasure, admiration, jealousy, fear of loss, anger, inadequacy, and carelessness.
They walked on and I continued gazing at the ocean as I thought (without judgment and with a hint of a smile), “Ah, these games we play as humans caught up in our silly little seductive games of relationships, drama, chivalry, and betrayal, not even noticing the monumental presence of the big blue right next to us. This is exactly how we are,” I continued thinking, “we forget our own innermost vastness and get caught up in our outermost little silly life games of war and peace, and the wheel of life keeps turning on and on... and nothing ever changes. A game it all remains”
The mother Pacific continued abiding in utter presence and magnificence without a care of our puny little games.
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