Shifting sands...
I just stood out in the warm sea for I don't know how long.
And meditated, emanating the primal sound of the breath, my chest gently vibrating, half expecting a whale to answer me.
The sandy sea bed felt firmer than the dry ground. I feel like a child again. This is the unforgiving sea, that nurtured me, and now in this phase of uncertainty, it's ironically the bedrock of my being.
Perhaps this is why I came here, perhaps this is what I was meant to know. Perhaps this is why it is time for me to return. Perhaps it was always written this way...
And meditated, emanating the primal sound of the breath, my chest gently vibrating, half expecting a whale to answer me.
The sandy sea bed felt firmer than the dry ground. I feel like a child again. This is the unforgiving sea, that nurtured me, and now in this phase of uncertainty, it's ironically the bedrock of my being.
Perhaps this is why I came here, perhaps this is what I was meant to know. Perhaps this is why it is time for me to return. Perhaps it was always written this way...
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