Walking down to the sea
Soft, white sand beneath my feet
Gentle waves break rhythmically
The clear horizon where sky and water meet.
This is your home
The voice deep inside told me
This is your place, where the land ends
It’s where your peace begins, the sacred sea.
The vastness of the universe
Unfolds before my eyes
My spirit soars, my feet on the ground
Something is born as something dies.
Infinite possibilities begin to take form
In the endless blue of sky and sea
Sun and sand join them
And I know, in my soul, I am free.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture taken by me, yesterday.
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