A WALK
(Revisited 30 years later)
I
Walked
Along
The ocean shore
Atop
Convoluted sands,
Amid
Weakened rocks.
Atop
A huge
And weathered stone
I quietly observed
As new spawned waves
Were born
And then
Matured and died.
Silently
I stood
As they
Amassed, rose,
Curved and broke
In thunderous tortured roar!
Below,
I watched
As helpless grains of sand
Rushed aimless
To and fro -
Perceived
The parallels
To life itself -
Then smiled,
Smiled!
Note:
Grains of sand = unrealized Souls struggling
through the maya of lower worlds each on Its path
to Self and God realization.
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
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