Kicking off shoes, tripping on bare feet, enjoying
feelings of toes in the sand.
Warm sensations flowing to my head, rejuvenating my
entire body with life-giving energy.
Spirit-filled, gathering food for thought and riding
waves of existence into deserts of beyond.
Forsaking life's boundaries and walking off into the
distance of musical mystery and hidden clues.
(9: 38 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The invigorating feeling that you get planting footsteps on the sand is beautiful the waves can take you anywhere you want to be and that too is a mystery. Thank you RoseAnn