xxviii.

words fade,
vanishing geological time
strips clock hands—
only salt, the sea’s rich
umami stillness, remains.

when sweat and spray
cast no shadow,
and the gull’s cry
breathes waves to life—
find me here.

be still, observe.
let the world turn;
forget the names
of flowers, of fungi,
feel peace well within.

beneath the surface,
we drift beyond time—
your essence in mine,
atoms dancing
in slow, limitless union.

Love fills us, 
sails gliding over
glittering waves—
cosmic energy condensed
into pure Awareness.

/lex

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