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.