Contemplative Practices

Footprints in the Sand

Children’s castles, lovers’ footprints
The agony of drying starfish
All gone
As the surf wipes clean the beach
With fresh waves coming from the vastness of the ocean
Let the breath wipe away yesterday’s words this morning’s thoughts
and the tightness that remains of them until there is only this moment’s freshness

Joseph Emet, Buddha’s Book of Sleep

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