The final day of vacation holds a sadness
a knowing that the hermit life created for a time must end
that all the sandy remnants washed upon the shore
which once housed life
now provide enjoyment for collectors
as their broken parts begin to renourish the shoreline
as your broken parts started to renourish while on temporary retreat
Yet the wholeness is still fleeting
as soon as the water washes upon the shore
it just as quickly recedes
and even an extended solitary stay
cannot stop the feeling
of slipping away
And so the melancholy pervades
even as the others play and walk the beach
in quiet confidence of more time
More time –
It’s what you always want
no matter the endeavor
More time to hug your children
More time to finish your work
More time to stay still
More –
Nothing is ever enough
Why can’t the blessed moments in life be enough
without wanting more?
Each moment is encapsulated in the now, past and
future are no longer or not yet real
More implies lack, and looking out at this expanse
you know you want for nothing
except for More
Each shell you collected is real today but gone tomorrow
and you still want More
Each day a gift, never to be received again
and yet you sit, melancholy on the sand
counting the hours until you must part
rather than counting the waves, the shells,
the single grains of sand that could fill up
an entire lifetime of More
Waves, shells, sand
they know everything comes to an end
transition is the only way to sustain life
they share their wisdom
for those who are open to hear
those who dare to turn their backs on More
SpiritLed 2014
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