Traveling from another time
Resting in my arms, Lapping at my soul.
I close my eyes and stare out across the ocean, feeling the vastness within my own walls. I breathe with a vision of tomorrow, as I feel the sorrows of today slip into the endless grains of sand beneath me. The waters before me ripple and explode with vigor, caressing the earth with a powerful grace. I stand on the shoreline, belittled by its force and beauty.
I let the sounds of the waves rest in solitude within me. They fill me with truth and wisdom. I am as free as the winds that envelop me, and become one with their gentle strength.
Within my past, I hold the future. Within my pain, I will find my freedom. To reach out into the heavens, I must start with the core of my own soul. The balance of the universe begins inside myself, and the whole of tomorrow rests patiently in my palms -
Waiting to fly.