shoreline photography – Back to the Monastery

a beaching

on the shores of forever
where you laid down your heart
the sands of eternity
tore it apart
and scattered it
to the winds of tomorrow

no longer will you
feel hopeless and torn
bent with the pain
of just being born
unable to swim
drowning in your sorrow

there is nothing
that you want to know

the wind set you free

let it continue to blow

solitude standing

Ancient Mariner

Tidal composition

Low Tide

tidal sculpture

Immotus

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
-Bob Dylan

to ride the tide