Poetry

On Surf And Spells

On daring to ride

Photo by Epes Sargent- used with permission

I am a hostage of indecisiveness. Inaction holds me tight.

To cast the spell, to cast the right spell. And then go silent and patient living.

And our heart keeps on casting spells. For the pain to end, for the joy not to finish. But they go hand in hand like siblings, joy and pain, happiness and sorrow. And the Universe casts their own — spells, I mean.

Do we listen? Do we play?

I lay by the seashore on the side of the waves.

Waiting for the swell.

Will I dare to jump on the wave? Will I dare to ride the surf?

And so life goes: If I don’t paddle hard, and I sit and wait, I will not feel the strength of the swell nor the potency of the spell.

And there is nothing wrong in sitting admiring the shore
And there is nothing wrong with watching other surfers go
As long as our spirit doesn’t want us riding
As long as our spirit is not yet calling us home.

Pablo Pereyra 2025. Thank you for reading.

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