blueandwhite

I’d rather see in white and blue.

The salt conquering my nostrils too...

My senses bathed in azul and foam,

This silent pounding of being alone...

Alone and in love with my pantheistic world.

Alone and content to embrace the elements,

Kiss the sea, and make these living stones a part of me.

My soul, in pieces, floats on this main, 

my heart, contented, is filled with peace again.

The sacred silence of the holy masses floods my indiscrete passions -- the fluid motions of a life in this fashion.

But my mind is re-created into white and blue.

These sacred masses may be lost to this moment, but I am alive, my senses thrive, my mind is full, my heart is ready;

the whites of my eyes meet the blue of the sky, and the sea is lost in between.

But its whites and blues are not lost to me.

I am the sea.

I am free.

So give me light! Give me blue...

Give me white.

Bring my colors to life!

Consecrate the movements of spray and foam!

Make my home beneath the waves,

Let’s create a life in an azul world, a salvation to the wretches in the cold of grey.

The beauty of life is not in kneeling.

The beauty of life is in seeing and breathing.

For the Spirit dwells in whites and blues.

Settle not for lesser hues.

Be still and breathe.

Be still and see.

This God in white, this God in blue.

Be still and know He’s inside you.

Your world of white... mixed with blue.

Where foam meets wave.

Where wave meets sky.

Where sky meets cloud.

Where the pantheistic breaths of life are carnival masks, guising themselves as flesh and grass.

Where my ear drums ring and sing and cling to the idea that my loneliness is buried deep within the worlds of blue and white.

Sea and sky.

Spray and foam.

Find me there and take me home.

To my house of blue in a world of white.