on sand,
countless grains,
millions of them,
carrying, covering, filing, smoothing
hard rock,
solid wood,
big and small
washed up on the shore
find it,
rolling in, then out again
neither here, nor there
just going with the flow,
low and high,
tumbling
washed up just like that
like sorrows, worries,
past and future,
even in the here and now
coming in, going out again
washed up by our consciousness
let it go, let it go!
I hear them say, them waves,
crashing in my mind
moving, smoothing edges of those rocks
from long ago
washed up once again
maybe some day
I'll pick them up
and put them in a jar
memories from beach days
once upon a summer
on lake Michigan
washed up
love, tears, longing
for a breeze, some shade and sunshine
all year round
student, practitioner, writer, teacher, human, soul
this is the journey of revealing my soul, finding its purpose and purpose in the moments i am in, to be a guide, a friend, a fellow traveller to others on the path.
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I really like this one!
On Thu, Jul 16, 2020 at 8:32 AM conversations@play wrote:
> Janine posted: ” on sand, countless grains, millions of them, carrying, > covering, filing, smoothing hard rock, solid wood, big and small washed up > on the shore find it, rolling in, then out again neither here, nor there > just going with the flow, low and high, tum” >
conversations@play 
I really like this one!
On Thu, Jul 16, 2020 at 8:32 AM conversations@play wrote:
> Janine posted: ” on sand, countless grains, millions of them, carrying, > covering, filing, smoothing hard rock, solid wood, big and small washed up > on the shore find it, rolling in, then out again neither here, nor there > just going with the flow, low and high, tum” >
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