7.18.2004

The waves, crashing over the sand, washing the small sea life back and forth.
The gentle surf lapping against my legs, relaxing me.
The soft crashes as the breaking action nudges more water around me, urging me to float off with it.
The cries of the gulls, the clouds drifting overhead; All are part of this meditation.
Within myself, I find peace.
Wading out, deep into the waves, I feel them break against my knees, then my waist, then my chest. I fight to stand upright. Leaning into the powerful blasts, I fold into myself.
When I return from my exercises, I am whole.

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