sitting on a beach no. 1
this is going to be the first poem of a series i’m writing called sitting on the beach, I think lol. The name will probably change later but oh well.
i can now see it’s all in front of me.
The sand, it’s kaleidoscopes speak to me,
saying that all the specks are in harmony.
The waves, moving like putty,
create a harmonious crash over the sound of nothing.
The body, left for dust in the sand, no longer a necessity.
The mind, just the cover of the endless sky within me
only serving as temporary housing.
The Self, being.