Tian Tan Buddha – Lantau Island, Hong Kong (2011)
It would have been easy to create out of indignation. That was the initial mantra though and it was there. Pacing back and forth – ever precarious and ready to ejaculate into the universe. But, I reeled it back and swallowed hard.
I thought back to an old church marquee that I had seen years ago somewhere in the outlying sawgrass areas of the coastal South: SAILING A CALM SEA A SKILLED SAILOR DOES NOT MAKE. Now, the storm churned and with it the Sisyphean onslaught of whitecaps, swells, squalls. Eyes become slits. Focus…breathe…and alight. I had to let go and so I started up.
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