Tranquil MMVII.08 [poem, flute, surf] Strandgeist

like a ghost upon the beach, inhabiting this fractal strand of existence, we live in the cusp of being and nothingness... in the crack of eternity. like a creature newly crawled from the sea we lay gasping in the wash. mind, discovering consciousness, noting its locale on this limb of being... it yearns for the meaning of life. grasping at ideas... gulping at the rare air of knowledge... it yearns to know why... blinking soggily at the surf of being which has washed it here to wander... like a ghost upon the beach. ___ words and music and sound recording copyright MMVII by H. J. Heath-Patrie. Creative Commons 2.5 Attribution/Non-commercial/ShareAlike license. Share and Enjoy... strandgeist.com