BEING – Part I (Holy Orders)
Being (Holy Orders)
~ While Not Known
february 2020 — written about the sea & me, while in pensacola
with The Coastline Symphony: Seven Movements
a liturgy of sea, storm, stillness and self
the sun rose
— not known in her glory today,
as clouds filtered the warmth she offers.
no striving
to be felt or seen,
her heart continued —
an ongoing proffer.
in the moment I surrendered
to a sky stripped of promise,
when the world revealed nothing
but its layered grief of gray,
Helia unveiled her lustrous luminance
as shifting clouds made way.
she does not demand
an eminent stage for showing.
cloaked behind the curtain of clouds,
she shines —
her cyclical continuation
ascending, politely.
I. the veil and the rising
peering through a kinetic mass of gray,
the camera’s aperture reveals
a pageant of azure
in the royal sky —
evidence beyond the fog
that in deployment
will comply.
II. the sea’s relentless liturgy
restless with relentlessness,
Poseidon apologizes to none —
displaying his power as waves
crash majestically on shore.
he bears no shadow.
harmonic waves beat —
a rhythmic encore.
III. amphitrite’s quiet dominion
Amphitrite is aesthetic
in various progressions,
prone within her borders
unless other elements trigger
her holy orders.
together these energies convert color,
reflect expansive sky.
the sea echoes — chroma’s pigment;
heaven’s vault of beauty
unleashes the spectrum
of color-filled signet.
IV. chroma’s unfolding
silver-saturated sea and sky,
dappled with pearls — iridescent.
chroma mirrors the water’s surface,
emblazoned artistry by design.
destiny meets fate —
declaring purpose.
V. inland benediction
the gift beyond the horizon
moving inland —
laurel
artichoke
sage
blending into
various tints of viridian
until — the white horses —
break onto shore.
VI. eros without intent
irrepressible eros expressing woo
without conscious intent.
they just are —
they continue to be
without relent.
Companion Reflection:
being ii — white horses: a deeper exploration of haecceity and the radiance beneath perception.
The coastline symphony
seven movements
a liturgy of sea, storm, stillness, and self
I. The Veiled Sun
Even hidden in cloud,
her presence remains.
The sun — cloaked, softened, almost shy —
still threads light across the waking water,
reminding the heart
that what is unseen
does not cease to be.
Object permanence becomes
a soul lesson here:
to trust what continues
even when veiled.
This is the prelude of the day —
the quiet assertion
that presence precedes visibility.
II. Stormlight Awakening
Gray gathers,
but not in despair.
Stormlight murmurs its own palette —
subtle blues rising from beneath the heavy sky,
soft greens remembering their hue,
the sea revealing color
only storms can coax from her depths.
The world appears dim
only at a glance.
Look longer,
and the storm awakens beauty
that sunlight alone never shows.
III. Procession of the White Horses
Then comes the charge —
white horses galloping toward shore,
manes of foam flying,
hooves pounding the sand
with the rhythm of unabashed being.
They arrive unashamed,
unapologetic,
unrestrained.
Their sermon is motion,
their gospel is presence:
being is enough.
Every crest declares freedom.
Every break declares truth.
Every retreat whispers,
“Become what you already are.”
IV. Twilight Benediction
A hush descends
as the storm withdraws.
Another sunset, another rest.
A slow benediction drapes itself
across the coastline.
The day exhales.
The soul softens.
“Be still, my soul.”
The horizon answers with gold,
the waves with rhythm,
the sky with a promise
that endings can bless
as fiercely as beginnings.
V. The Still Water Movement
Calm is its own revelation.
Here the sea becomes
a mirror of breath—
steady, measured, unhurried.
Pastel hues dissolve into one another
like memory returning gently,
without demand.
Nothing breaks.
Nothing insists.
The whole world pauses
in a single, luminous inhale.
This is the interlude of grace —
the place between tides
where everything simply is.
VI. The Soul’s Return
And then —
a moment of recognition.
The sea that has companioned me
turns and places her reflection
upon my face.
Wind in my hair,
salt in my laughter,
light in my eyes —
i am part of the coastline,
not merely a witness to it.
The sea beckons my soul,
as she always has.
And something in me answers,
as it always will.
Then… and always.
VII. Nightfall of Dualities
Night falls in contrasts.
Glory and shadow
share the same sky —
gold burning at the edge
while indigo gathers above.
This, too, is holy ordering:
duality held without contradiction,
light and cloud
neither fighting nor fleeing
but coexisting
in one vast cathedral of sky.
The day ends as it began —
with the quiet wisdom
that truth can be both radiant and dim,
and still be whole.