Yesterday, I walked the tide line
on the beach below my house.

In the wet sand, tiny black pebbles embedded
in the echo of receding waves…

The activity of tide made visible.

That’s what our lives are–
the activity of the Sacred

made visible–
one pattern receding, as the next one arrives.

(Inspired by an early morning conversation with sacred songbird Taya Shere.)

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