By the Coramondel coast

I was sitting last night with Ajit, a Keralite guest in AV, on the beach near Auroville. The moon was in her third waxing phase. There was that blue hazy light upon the sea, the wind and the constant hum of the breakers. Really speaking the sea is almost never calm. It froths and frets and hisses, shifting and shuffling; the sea is never calm. Yet we know of people using the expression 'calm sea'. My feeling is that the sea with all its constant chant has a calming effect on minds somehow. This happens also when you constantly chant a mantra or Om. The sea is seldom calm. It is calming. And it is deep. The salty sea breeze smells of history of the earth.

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