in an age where some kind of stability
is often viewed as a welcome respite
I revel in the certain predictability
that the tides
will carry away my small pieces of stone landart
I quietly created.
without a display of appreciation the waves will come
take and carry forward
A small joy fills me
a feeling of tingling anticipation
as I watch the incoming tide creep closer
and finally wholeheartedly swallow my stones.
I am alive
when I am wholeheartedly
Joyful Impermanence ::: Contemplative Glimpses