The Search Series - Part Three

…Secia Azure



I pierce the sea’s depths with monumentous purpose,
And find myself blind with the onrush of currents.
“Keep clear our vision, maintain our sight!
Set sail for the seabed.  There! In dim light!”

So there to dim light my limber limbs led -
Not leery, not dreary - adrenaline fed.
Don’t hush but don’t rush me, my free-speaking friend,
I managed to gargle through air-water blend.

My lungs quickly filled with the blood of the sea.
“Relax, you are welcome.” Spoke a new voice to me.
“I sense it is truth you journey to seek,
But why me?  Why not a great mountain peak?”

I was told by a friend that the truth is within -
So close, yet most don’t know where to begin.
“A wise friend, indeed,” said the Sea from her sand,
“Most people journey to the uppermost land.”

Fools, one and all, to see mountains such!
The Canines of Gaia melt at your touch!
Here through my fingers trickle their mass -
Reduced now to granules of silicon glass!

“Your work has paid off to bring you to me,
But what is it truly that you seek to see?
Mystery?  Misery?  Challenging thought?
You’ll find them all here if you seek them or not.”

“The music of life?  The life after death?
The conceits of the body, of books and of breaths?
The answers are here, yet have never been found -
Though the men who have tried didn’t listen around.”

“I have felt them all perish, ravaged and worn;
Blabbering betrayal, savage with scorn.”
It’s our human condition that misleads by fear.
Most aren’t aware of the sights they should hear.

Sounds carry truth more succinctly than light;
Listening answers more questions than sight.
It’s not quite a truth, but a thought symphony
That I seek to absorb from your beating body.

The wisdom of time, the power of art -
This is the knowledge sought by my heart.
“Just remember:  for your journey, you should use blinded vision.
I’ll leave you with that to make way on your mission.”

A notion in my mind puts a smile on my face.
It’s the ocean floor I’ll follow to the peace I will embrace.
So my mission continues with refocused might,
As I crawl across the coral reef to deep ocean night.




Don L. Waddell, 1996