Ocean Of Abundance

So here I am locked in a shell, soaked in salty thoughts and fraught with shell shock. My mind is like tangled seaweed, as complex and as numerous as plankton. My worldly ambitions are as proud as a ships sail, as definite as an anchor hooked on the vast seabed. In my shell I remain, anticipating the tide. Bound by my inability to move a muscle or to take the tantalizing bait of freedom. When will the tide engulf me? When will my boats enter the harbour? How far can a wave really take me? 

Like a lighthouse I flicker from light to shade. My inner domain is as blue as the ocean and as unstable as the rocky coast that surrounds me. And yet I remain attached to the jagged rock of life, unable to look out onto the wondrous pastures of Mother Earth. 

One day the beach will be full. The tide will be veracious. The seabirds will flock on the cliff edges and ships from around the world will dock. The only light will be that of the penetrating sun beaming down on the Atlantic ocean like a spotlight, bathing the Earth in its love. The sea of despair will vanish and the surf will roll onto the lush golden sands. At last I will leave my shell and join mother natures circle and immersing myself in the ocean of abundance.