Elements On The Beach

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I walk down the promenade, which burns at my sandel'd feet. I cannot mind it, the soft invisible embers of stone lava, shelter the sea breeze who hugs and whispers the sweet adventures of life out at sea. Oh, to be free and wild, never tired and can rage on with the element of surprise... the element of surprise. With what elements of personality can the element of air have? It is the freest, the most adventurous, and excitingly fun with it's friend, water. They ride and squabble and laugh; to play with such vigour. Such happiness of best friends, to run and never be seen again. The secret of adventure is their's and how lucky I am to notice it. 

The air's hugs and the sea's kisses welcome me back home and envelops me in a trust that expands the heart. Lucky; oh, how lucky I am to hear the wonders of the world. The promises to show me excite me so, and the heart drums and the wind race, hands tingle, toes curl... and I sink a few inches into the sand. 

Such a massaging moment to say hello to the Mother, to feel the cool calm the deeper my soul reaches. Such an honour, such home. She knows my secrets, my worries and my love. She is the hand that guides all, the calm to reach our senses. Instead of kings and queens, we should answer to Her. Her voice of a surety, a long path of daisies that bring us to our baby steps, only to push us out to be hugged, greeted, hand shook, introductions made, and out into the deep deep deep blue. Go here, go there, mind that! Pole, rock, mountain. Let it air, put salt on wound, and off we go! Fly left, swim right, up up up! Wow, what a view... Down, down, down, down, and stop.

Think. Look. Do you like our secrets?