thoughts

“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives others” ~ Pericles

My Paradise

 Rough cold grains of sand touching the bottom of my feet

Stripping away the tormenting edge of anxiety

Knowing each one of those grains had recently been

The only place I wanted to be

Turning my head I see turmoil and upheaval

Turning the other way I see the clear seemingly untouched water

That familiar feeling

That well known desire

That frequent need

My breath quickens with each step towards the water’s edge

The anticipation off the affecting sensation

Compels me to move more quickly

I make my mind overpower the need to rush

My steps are slow

Glancing at the ground beneath me,

Behind me

The imprint of where I’d just been

And the knowledge it would be washed away

Brings an involuntary smile to my lips

We’re simply just a breath in this life,

Precious and necessary we are

But never lasting

Where are those permanent marks we leave?

And how do we make some last?

My eternal goal…

So close now to the water

Seconds until my toes would feel that coolness

I exhale, feeling a sense of exhilaration and contentment

All the weight of everything I carry

Is expelled into that sea

The strong massive sea of repose

Over my toes

And slow are my steps to savor the feeling

Of the water creeping up my legs

Over my knees,

Taking a little gasp as it caresses my stomach

Anticipating the moment my legs would feel weightless

Then my body

And soon it’s not me any longer

My body, my mind are overtaken

By the beauty that surrounds me

Past the breakers I find myself

Looking back to where I came from

Watching the world from a far

Imagining I was never an intricate piece of it

A calmness comes over me

Although I know I’m watching something die

I also recognize the visions of re-creation, new life and new beginnings

And as my healing begins I feel another smile on my lips