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
with a rocking sea

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

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

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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