Sand...
Moments of Time
Moving...
...Moving...
...Moving
Dancing in the Wind
Each grain of Sand leaving,
and never coming back.
To be alone in the Desert,
Today,
Tomorrow,
The day after tomorrow.
Secure from security,
The certainess of certainty,
The quiescent sounds of silence,
The pervasiveness of open spaces.
The real nakedness of Being
In a time and place,
That was before us,
And will be,
After us.