Photo: Jurassic Coast – 2019 … WHB
HISS
Beware
The hiss of the serpent
Of the boiling kettle
Of the onlooker’s disdain
All is sibilance
Yet nothing
compares in joy
With the hiss of the incoming tide
Its cadence encroaching
High on the pebble-dashed shore
Murmuring over the beach’s shingle
Pleasuring as it strokes
Onward
Ignoring resistance
Recoiling to gather strength
Each renewed thrust
Each swish-pause-hush cycle
Striving for optimum reach
The flow and ebb of its breath
Committed to that eternal
Sibilant echo
Which brings peace
To the pulse of my heart
Roland's Ragbag 
A very beautiful poem Roland and one I feel very in tune with. The cadence, the steady rhythm, the ebb and flow. All calms the pulse of the heart and give peace of mind.
I use this image in my breathing exercises.
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. I must give those breathing exercises a try myself. Can’t be on the seashore every day.
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I hope you do, the image and sound is in your mind and heart so just listen
and follow its rhythm. Magic.
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