Every minute is one in its own and will never be seen again.
Is it possible that there is a beach that is not the absolute epitome of perfection with all of its beauty and the presence of the water that would form it into perfection and take away into oblivion? Much like us, perfect in so many ways but then again, so imperfect. Through life's breath in and out the oxygen invigorates our being, rejuvenates our blood that would keep constant the flow through our hearts and then exhaled as though all the negatives of that very moment have been cast away forever, never to be relived. Only those who would find discontent in this are those who have minutes of regret and through their own inspiration and will to return, those minutes would be gone but not lost as they can always be relived, however, only at a different time and it is the time that we judge in ourselves as whether or not our time was worthy of hours to days and years. But, like life itself we get many chances to make up these times again and although they would not be the same as before it is within each of us that we create exactly what it was we were trying to display or relay and possibly relate. And, there is no one that would know more than that individual whether or not they used each minute to its fullest potential, with honor, with dignity, with self preservation and leaving a mark like footsteps in a sandy beach of our lives. Due to this exacting nature you behold purely out of thought but sometimes, just as you may happen upon it, makes you all as important as kings and queens.
Every minute is one in its own and will never be seen again.
Its within these moments that all of life's greatest successes are made, the tides graceful sequence in and out like the breezes of the wind and the breath within the being. They are the beaches of Noble gestures and the making of kings and queens. Tides are the breath and the beach is the being, clearly this must correspond within the nature of the way things are for each and every one of us live our physical lives like a sandy beach, within the confines of our minds we would notice the beauty that surrounds us. All of the minutes count and although more go by unnoticed than not, its the ones that are noticed that make all the difference within our lives and minds. I have weathered many storms and would like to believe that the storms have passed and will not return, however, it is the storms that teach me the importance of conviction and from the lessons learned comes the power to endure. Storms must be invited, denial is defeated these storms they are needed and should be delicately treated. For even despair can inflict itself upon our shores and the dunes of our beaches may become washed away with the hurricanes that ravage us and sometimes leaving ruin for time to renew and mistakes to undue. But it is within the nature of us to endure like native grasses bending in the wind we prevent our own destruction, will of survival innate has taught us, our own personal storms through time, make us whole and complete.
Even then, after the storm, the sun rises and it's beauty is all the same as before.
This marvel of the morning sun creeping over the horizon and all the colors of creation are encompassed within these few fleeting moments of a special, individual day in the life of the rising sun. Reflections of reds, orange, yellows intertwine with the blue of the sea to create the spectacular creation and always knowing that as one's sun rises, another's sun sets. But being the same time only in different places would the setting sun and the rising one cast the light of our future with each passing moment as time melds into infinity but it would cast down its glory on sandy beaches while casting limitless shadows within the markings and footprints of the time we once were there. This, the testament to our lives, we once stood at that very spot like filling the lines of the registry and as the sun goes, so closes the book of signatures and allows a clean path for new kings and queens.
Could there be a beach that would not excite every aspect of a child, finding complete happiness in something as innocent as sand beneath the toes? They would dig up this medium with the expression and intensity of little Picasso's, legends and virtuoso's while they create the finest of castles for kings and queens. Even the princes and princesses take the time to admire the beauty to behold of sand with its special quality to invoke immediate happy responses by those little beings who will one day walk proudly along the surf like the kings and queens they admired in their youth. Could there be a person that does not have some recollection of the beach as one of their fondest and earliest memories? There truly is something special about those beaches we remember as they are burned into our minds we find that even as time goes by, often, we are unable to remember things, things we did a single day past, however, the beach is there, its always there and always willing to accept us in our minds and dreams, as though calling us back to them someday. Oh yes...someday, I will return to that spot and will remember what it is to be that child again, that young prince ready for the world and ready to be impressed upon because I could dig and implant myself, moving the sand around, I was in control of everything it did, to an extent, as the beach and the sand and the water are alive with energy and we cannot control them completely, although we wanted to at the time. There was always the perfection of imperfections that allowed us to look down on our creation like little gods, we have created our dreams as though commanding our kingdoms as kings and queens must also do. And the power that was before us as we watched the surf and the light cast on the beach the shadows of lovers walking hand in hand and the little birds ran back and forth with the moving of the surf in and out will full intentions of filling their bellies on the abundance that the ocean set before them, however, unwilling to accept the water touching their little feet. Each imprint was a piece of art and ever time washed away only to made again and again.
Sandy beaches are where my spirit lies today and without them I would surely find myself lost within the tide that took me away, while dragging me out to sea. And then have to recreate the experiences of my past embracing any regret and the need to cast my imprint once more on the beaches of my life. All beaches are splendors of wonder and like beings different in so many ways that to dislike one is to dislike yourself. I could never discriminate a beach as they all possess something different, from my observations, that allow me to understand a little bit more about myself and of those people that would visit me in person or in dreams. I wish I would dream of beaches for kings and queens as I see them in my mind, however, I am not allowed to dictate to my mind exactly what it is I would like to see for it is within my mind that dictates what I see and why I see it.
In my mind I see beaches for kings and queens.
Some sands are fine and some rough, I enjoy the warmth of them under my feet as I walk, enjoying the action it makes beneath me. Beaches are different for everyone as they are perceived as your own personal place in your own personal time and space but through this difference there is likeness that we all love beaches because they make us feel like kings and queens. To watch the sun rise over eastern shores gives the impression of beginning and it is the beginning. The new day is no small feat for it takes the weight of the world with all its gravity and the mother moon pulling at us all as though to keep us for herself. Through these natural tasks do we all find the clean slate of another day and within it many minutes to make or break. Something so simple as the rising sun yet I would spare those moments in awe of how perfect things can truly be in a world of so many imperfections. The sand would trick your feet and not everyone the same as our design allows us to imprint and leave behind a part of us within the sand only to be washed away by the coming of the tides.
Part of me is washing away
That part of me that washes away is the part of me that I want to offer, it is taken without regret for to give something as great as myself to something of kings and queens is a gift of remembrance that I can feel honored in such a task. Even though the sea would come and wash away this illusion of myself does not mean that it is not there...it is there forever but we often lose sight of it. This is part of us as it would take a miracle to remember everything however, as long as I remember walking that beach, I can know that my footsteps were cast and would surely remain for ever...Just like the king I aspire to be... in my kingdom of honor, integrity...beaches in the past, embraced them at last...allowed is my mind, and soul to be free.