being present
My Life
Meshing with the light makes my shadows go astray
Sinking in my toes, feeling every inch and grain
Water flowing in trapping everything between
Whispers of the wind gently float upon the shore
Catching bits and crumbs, all collected and all stored
Learning simple notes that the sea withheld from me
Past Life
Stop, just wait til I open my
Eyes, which seem to be blinded by the
Sun, creating a specific flavor and
Taste, the waves of ocean and
Smell, all that's burrowed beaneath like the
Sand, catching every sound each time we
Breathe, in the scent of small world where I
Stand.