A Meditation Experience

Beach shoes

Beach shoes (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

A mound of pure sand
beneath me
An empty beach
before me
Eyes shut in sweet
harmony
with a rocking sea

Sounds elemental,
primeval
Played over since
time immemorial
Like that of rain
and bird cries
guttural

over the clatter,
artificial,
of shooting fountains
and motoring
luxury
from nearby marbled
lobby

I tune into
the rhythm
The eternal ebb
and flow
Then people step
into my haven
The spell is o’er

© Millicent Danker
24 July 1999

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