Sands of solitude

 

Alone on the beach

No other humans here

 

I enjoy the earth to myself

Enjoy without any eyes around

To see what I’ve become

 

Am I okay? Is this alright?

I see there’s no one to answer

Or to decide, so I must be

 

I guess this is the only place

For me to be right now

 

It’s clear there is a dream-seed

And a vision growing inside me

 

Stems like branches full of buds

Waiting to bloom

when God gives the okay

 

but it is not yet their time

for these birds flew south

and they haven’t returned

 

how beautiful the endlessness of things

the shore being my home

I rest between the elements

Between the worlds

 

My compass points toward sand

Then sea, sky, and sun

Sound a dimension away

A turning of the screw

 

I don’t think I’ve understood

A single book I’ve ever read

Oh, but how I love to read anyway

 

From 2:37 to 3:11

On Thursday the 27th

Signing off, over and out

Ananda Forever