When we linger on the crest of a wave.
An ocean of water courses beneath you.
A crash on the beach is inevitable.
Sand on the edge of the land.
The brush above the cliffs.
The vista that spreads before you.
On to the hills that become mountains.
The sky is the limit they say, but not for long.
Fly high, through the clouds and onwards.
Your spirit free, your soul expanded.
Encompass the world.
The Universe will follow.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad