my surf class

by walterdoege

it’s summertime where I live…staying near the sea is so good…the summer breeze, the people and children playing joyously…I’ve sit down in a café at the beach…close to the ocean movement…watching the waves…drawing in the sand some portrait of what I was contemplating…some meditative sketches…the picture was so simple…a house, a tree near the house, a green ground…an imagined blue sky…some flowers…a narrow path…watching the sea i saw some surfers…so, at sundown time, I came to the surfer office teaching…and asked for a class…I thought ‘I’m not so young, i am in good stand and good health…I’m not so old…perhaps I can surf too’…after a schedule done and other arrangements combinations the class was scheduled for the day after…after sundown, a kind moon slowing arrived from the sea horizon…the stars were blinking in a blissful night…at early morning I take the road to the surf class…my surfboard was good, somehow big, like the ancient surfborads…the teachers were careful and taught me the basic theory of surfing…after this, to the sea!…I entered till the safe point and my surfing trials were not so effective…I feel the sea surfing, not me…after sometime, i came to the beach café…it was time for a biscuit and tea…I also asked for water and coffee…near me, a little baby was attempting to walk…his mother was careful…and near him…and after many trials, the baby walked his first steps…an awkward walking…the child was joyous and lying, enjoying all…arms and hands level with his arm spits…so, a sudden jump up to a squat position…the slight raising of the legs…another trials…and other walking steps…so beautiful, so lovely…I feel that the the child walking was not learned, not was his mother a teacher…the child walk from an inner drive to live, to walk, to run, to love…so, I walked to the surf office and cancelled my classes…I like the sea…I like surfing meditation…but I don’t want a surf class…I just want to keep walking…I just want to keep on going the love road…noboby can teach a healthy child to walk…the child walks from an inner drive and desire…nobody teachs how to love…love is a shared one…I don’t learned how to walk…I don’t learned to love…i can keep on surfing on my imagined surfing trips…surfing phrases… surfing texts and books…surfing the love road…always with you…at one surfboard…wish and good will trip…gently road, with you, with affection