Sand

Nick (@splashartist) 8 years, 10 months ago

You cup your hands, cradling the fine grains of sand within your grasp. You watch as the minute grains escape through the crevices of your hands. Struggling to contain the formless substance within your hands, but no matter how much of an effort you put in sand still manages to escape. The falling pieces meet with silence in the ocean of other sand granules, returning to their final resting place.
We seem to struggle to hold on to life, not knowing that life has no reference point to hold on to. Constantly changing like the sandy beaches we struggle to contain that of which is not containable. In order to be truly happy we must let go of the sand and let it change and be as it is.
To let go is to be free, to be free is to be truly living.
Much love.

January 30, 2013 at 6:15 pm
Selina (53) (@selina) 8 years, 10 months ago ago

@splashartist, “We seem to struggle to hold on to life, not knowing that life has no reference point to hold on to. Constantly changing like the sandy beaches we struggle to contain that of which is not containable. In order to be truly happy we must let go of the sand and let it change and be as it is.
To let go is to be free, to be free is to be truly living.”

Magnificent in its simplicity. I’ve been feeling the ocean calling for me and this relays perfectly. :)
Thank you for the moment.

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Anonymous (177) (@) 8 years, 10 months ago ago

@splashartist, Very nice and you hit the key word there: “silence”.

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Nick (554) (@splashartist) 8 years, 10 months ago ago

@selina, Ah but the ocean is you! I get what you mean though :) You are very welcome ma’am!

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