Sand and the Sea
Surf scribbles through frothy ink, our destiny
On shifting sands lie life’s greatest irony
In sand castles built grain by grain
Blood and sweat leave a deep stain
Every thought, an island unto itself
Where we’re in love with our marooned self
On the placid sea of infinite consciousness
Brevity appears if life’s made a game of chess
When there is a flood, of wisdom’s light
Islands submerge, no more dark and contrite
They are mirages, not our home
It’s easy to forget when we aimlessly roam
We may not be the sea, but we can command waves
To wash over countless islands, freeing its slaves
When we turn into powdered sand, the sea shows the way
It’s too late when the sea has to reclaim hardened clay
