The serene simplicity of the sea,
stretched out before me.
Waves washing gently ashore,
turning rock slowly into smooth pebbles.
Turning pebbles into sand,
one grain at a time, maybe.
A heron stands looing, waiting,
as oyster catchers pick through the shoreline,
long orange beaks probing for their next morsel.
And me, the observer,
where do I fit into all this,
the natural order of things?
My existence is the blink of an eye
to this shoreline scene.
My woes and worries
irrelevant to these hungry birds.
My dreams and aspirations
wear away quicker than the rock.
How do I glide more easily
through this world around me?
Like the endless waves,
rolling up the rocks,
then sliding effortlessly away.
Hi Duncan, this is beautiful writing – a deep meditation with nature, with yourself. To gliding gently through this world around us, this world within us.