You find the place beyond the pale of disbelief
where knowing whispers in the echo of storms
and gravitational energy rolls through your being —

it happens in the strangest moments of deep clarity,
that flowing into and beyond time and need and want
and the beauty of being nothing fills you up as tides

roll and wash and rock your deeper self to wake,
while the person you knew all those days and hours
of your living dissipates into the becoming of  waves

like the fresh clean stringent sand of the beaches
after storms and hard rain and beating winds —
you are washed clean of debris and footprints

bare and naked and open and raw to the light
pouring down onto you
from a cloudless clear blue sky.

~Photo Credit: by Josh Sorenson on Pexels.com