Sandcastles

Sandcastles

 

From the dust and rock that soar through space and time; I am born.

My eyes meet the world with wonder.  Every step yields an adventure and an experience in learning.  The beginning is pure innocence.  Everything exists as an unknown and I walk with carefree steps.  I'll take a velvet rose in my hand and try to understand what it is, while at the same time slowly understanding what I am.  I walk this path with my mind as a stream and my thoughts as droplets of water.  I simply am.

Over time it becomes clear that I am unique.  My mind, my body, my ideas, my likes and dislikes, my dreams and prayers - all of it begins to culminate into my essence; what I'll come to call myself.

I'll trace my tiny footsteps on golden sand along the great ocean and find a place to call my own.  A swirling snail shell catches my eye; a fine place to take a seat.  The relentless heat of the sun is coats my skin and it feels so good.  It's here I'll begin to create.  My mind is free and my heart is young.

The sand runs through my hands and my imagination runs with it.  Before I took my first breath, a seed of creation was planted within by the tender hand of the sky.  I look down at my sand covered hands and run with a spark.  I begin to build a world to call my own.  It's here I'll sit for a tiny eternity.  My vision is clear and focused, my hands diligent.  Much care must be taken when building a world.

I gather a pile of sand with my hands and work to shape the foundation.  Someone might look right now and see nothing but chaos.  I see a vision that has already unfolded behind my eyes with clarity.  

My hands work to bring shape to the foundation, adding or subtracting sand as needed.  Its starting to take shape and the finer details are beginning to come to fruition.  Five cylindrical towers appear like a dream.  I'll make them pointed at the tops too, and perhaps craft a seaweed flag.  Here I pause for a moment and feel a sense of pride, sitting as a mountain as gentle waves lap into the shore.  I'll spend years here meticulously honing my sandcastle until it represents all that I am.  It brings me great joy.

The details are nearly all in place.  I've installed giant oak doors with lion's head doorknobs.  The towers along the perimeter each have three rounded windows so people can enjoy a nice view as they walk up the stairs.  The rooftop courtyard is fit with a garden of budding fruits and vegetables and an open area to sit and take in the heat of the sun.  The southwest pillar stands slightly taller than the others and waves the seaweed flag triumphantly in the breeze.  I dust the final touches into place and sit back to bask in the glory of creation.  My sandcastle is complete.  A lifetime begins.

I find a certain comfort in this world I've created - the foundation strengthens with the years under the weight of experience.  Over time I'll build new areas in the castle; with new techniques and old techniques refined and true.  I'll discover new materials and colors to express them.  I'll share my space with all those that I love and slowly we'll become a part of each other.  And amidst the discoveries and the creation of this world, I discover once again who I am.  

A gentle wave of ocean foam touches my toes and reality sets in.  The sun is beginning to lightly kiss the horizon and my mother is calling from the east.  I feel a resistance suddenly rise within, though I know, deep down in the trenches of my gut, that I must listen to the call.  I stand up to make my way as the ocean quietly breaches the southwest pillar and takes a small chunk of the foundation with it.  My tear drop adds to the rising tide before me.  It won't stop here.  

Another lifetime is lived.  

My sand will fade back into the rolling dunes of the beach; the ocean will recede once again with the tide; and another open canvas will be born, yielding the opportunity for infinite lifetimes to paint the deepest visions and wildest dreams of their hearts.  

 

 
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