At the edge of water somewhere, observing.

Ocean waves, just like days, come from the past

and fade into the future. Searching for the now.

And time doesn’t exist.

At the shores of silence, anywhere, reflecting

images on the water, like illustrations. Past

measures of success, still waiting for impact,

which the truth already knows.

At the dawn of tomorrow, here, expecting

life, like the bird’s song, thrive.

Beginnings of self-realization, insisting for birth.

And the contentment is alive.

Lasting foot prints in the sand

at the edge of water. Tiny lessons.