As waves kiss the sand,
My hearth opens its doors.
I finally understand,
The gift of all the shores.
It’s not about being stable, unchangeable, or dry
It’s about fully accepting whatever the seas supply.
No complaints, no resistance
An absence of war against reality.
There’s no doubt about existence
Only the rush of vitality,
Coming from being blessed with the touch of effects
So many waves, so many projects…
I wish to be sand, land and shore
In order to claim what I never did before:
I finally accept myself, the world and the universal will
The eternal chain of being and presence
I bow to the shore and any doubt is killed
As wisdom shows its essence
Aliveness and acceptance.
