On Those Who Surf
There is nothing more exhilarating in this world
Or life
As when one returns from a morning surf.
If that involved being covered up by the lip,
And even more so making it back out again on one’s feet,
All the more greater the exhilaration felt.
Nevertheless, a surf on waves that barely reach
The height of one’s head can
Still fulfil this feeling.
To put oneself through this experience
Releases more endorphins
than the Earth’s greatest ecstasy,
and when one experiences this ecstasy often
they can truly be humbled,
by the true power and greatness
of our mother planet.
This is when one can call oneself a surfer
- one who witnesses Earth’s beauty
Through their own efforts and adventures
And gives off a glow because they know
A secret that others do not.
They share a super power and a purpose
That others may not yet understand.
It’s written on the beach,
In the sand.
All envy,
As one is envious of another’s glory
When it is misunderstood
And considered out of reach.
This is not true, however,
As anyone can experience this ecstasy.
All you need to do is enter the ocean
And feel it wash from you the worries,
The anxieties, the thoughts, the questions,
And all the stresses of life
That previously kept one from being
What is possible.
For those who surf feel this often,
And the more it is felt,
The greater one can deal with adversity
Because they know there is an escape,
Accessible to all,
Yet, only accessed by some.
