Beach walks and sounds
of wind and surf breaking
across my thoughts that
ponder reasons and find none.
Sand squashing under feet,
gives way to form
of my moments spread in time,
till the surf washes and cleanses
and brings my presence to an end.
Endless water, deep and dark,
with myriad things that live below
like consciousness that only surface
I can know in the flow of being
at the beach with surf, wind and sand,
and the current of my thoughts.