Oh, Tamarindo! (Saturday Morning Poetry)

There’s a place on this earth that some of you know,
It was the place I knew my soul needed to go,
It’s a town on the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica,
A town called Tamarindo.

Each person has a unique story,
Each person a new journey sought,
To find home in the town of misfits,
Where you’re either “wanted or you’re not”.

Surfers, artists, yogis, and the lost,
Flock to the town to find their souls,
To find meaning, their place,
And to fill all their life and heart’s holes.

Sunsets, surf, long beach walks,
The feeling of “this is it” strolling hand in hand,
It feels like you’ve found a little secret,
Your own, private, secret, secluded and untouched land.

After the early sun sets,
The nights become quiet and hushed,
It’s when you start to miss home,
The heaviness makes your soul feel crushed.

Transience is normal,
Sticking around too long is contemplation,
In the place where you can feel alive and thriving,
Or feel like you’ve met your lonely condemnation.

Oh Costa Rica, the lessons you taught,
How fresh and stinging you are in my mind,
You taught me that no matter where I go,
My soul is only my own to find.

Wherever you go, there you are,
The wise Confucius once bestowed,
I’m not in Costa Rica, or where I am now,
It’s time to find a new road.

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