Describing an ocean breeze
on a weathered face is pointless
for the words are stolen from the mouth as quickly
as they come, in the heavy salt air.
You may sit for hours, cross legged
eyes closed and mind open.
And see more than time itself.
You may sit on the edge of a new land,
a new territory uncharted in human history.
When your eyes open,
people may stare in disbelief, at ones ability to transcend,
if only for a precious moment.
One may not know what it is like to stop,
and meet the man one truly wishes to know.
not so deep inside.
The ebb and flow of indifference washes over,
but to be the rock is to be heavenly.
I am reminded of myself as i walk.
each step i take, i do slowy and purposely.
Each grain of sand that presses up
between my toes, give a soft and comforting feeling in times like these.
In others, it is an annoyance, a hamper in my ability to be happy.
In each and every grain lies a world of pain and suffering.
How easily they drop away, at one moment of anti-gravity.
Levetate yourself, and your mind.
Release the bands of false truths, and shake hands with the other you wish to truly know.
Lead yourself in a path of purpose, and take my hand and keep me company in my own.
Come with me, and leave your footsteps
next to mine. |
Submission Name: Footsteps
