power of the waves and earth embrace my being. My
breathing slowed to a shallow, imperceptible inbreath,
followed by a long outbreath.

“I want you to come with me.” Rama was moving in and
out of me, like the ocean moved in and out of the shore.
His voice was clear, strong and commanding. I became the
meditation, the waves, the shore, the man and the woman, as
I surfed the emptiness of meditation.

As the sun slid behind the brilliant blue and gold
horizon my eyes scanned the silence. A flock of pelicans
formed a large ‘V’ and their leader followed the rugged
cliffs as they moved south. A tribe of surfers sat in the
death of the daylight.
 
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