Enriched by walks along the beach,
alone. Open to the tone of windswept
psalms that preach of nature, nothing more.
Leaning back on an incline of sand.
Reaching for the promise of the land.
Touching then, the granules.
Then touched by the anomaly
of mind adrift within that time
and space of other realms.
Floating higher, reaching for divine.
Noticing the darkness playing
deep within the center of the light.
To feel totality within a grace
of ambiance that lingers on
beyond this moment given
out of time. Alone within a space
where loneliness cannot exist.
For here, we feel connections
to the all...

? Michaelette ?

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