In Each Changing Tide

06 Sep

Beach sifting through my hand,

Flowing, streaming, gathering gravity settling in the sand;

Thought and mood changes from grain to grain.

Perils and adventures, rising and falling again and again,

From one position to the next, as all things change

From false to truth- as a true soul steadily remains

In each sunset, in each full moon, in each new sunrise,

I Become the sand released from my hand, rolling and anchoring myself

In each changing tide.


Photo: Google images


Posted by on September 6, 2015 in Beginnings, Existential, Nature, Poetry, Sittting still


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14 responses to “In Each Changing Tide

  1. Amrit Sinha

    September 13, 2015 at 10:53 am

    The first line caught my attention … loved the poem 🙂


  2. glmeisner

    September 9, 2015 at 6:55 am

    I really enjoyed this one. The flow of sand was well interpreted.


  3. being2good

    September 9, 2015 at 4:30 am

    I like this “rolling and anchoring” of self when needs be


  4. X

    September 8, 2015 at 9:04 pm

    There is a symbolic letting go in this.
    Realizing the best we have is shifting sand
    life that through the hour glass.


  5. Jamztoma

    September 7, 2015 at 8:47 pm

    when i go to the beach, this is what i always do. i let the sand blow in the seabreeze and what a magical thing it is. thanks for sharing.


  6. Mama Zen

    September 7, 2015 at 12:27 pm

    Lovely work.


  7. Jae Rose

    September 7, 2015 at 8:10 am

    Consistency probably involves both movement and change – beautifully echoed in your image and words


  8. Sherry Blue Sky

    September 6, 2015 at 8:40 pm

    I love “as a true soul …remains in each sunset…full moon….sunrise….” Sigh. Lovely.


  9. Donna@Living From Happiness

    September 6, 2015 at 5:22 pm

    I felt as if I was moving effortlessly with the tide of your words…sand shifting and no fighting the change as it rolls over us…what a beautiful way to be!


  10. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    September 6, 2015 at 3:21 pm

    Oh I like this.. there is something almost zen-like in becoming that sand.


  11. magicalmysticalteacher

    September 6, 2015 at 11:10 am

    To anchor one’s self in a changing tide is quite an accomplishment!

    At the Dead Man’s House


  12. Sumana Roy

    September 6, 2015 at 10:57 am

    I like this “rolling and anchoring” of self when needs be…


  13. Sanaa Rizvi

    September 6, 2015 at 9:47 am

    This gives the feeling of letting go.. be it of fear.. problems.. just like letting go of sand in a clutched hand. Beautiful…!!


  14. Mary

    September 6, 2015 at 9:11 am

    I really like the idea of becoming the sand released from one’s hand & that we have to learn to ‘roll’ (with all that life hands us?) and ‘anchor’ our life wherever we find ourselves!



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