photo taken from thundafunda.com

it is a natural process how a boulder becomes one with the sand

as the sea claim grains from a mighty rock

in the every visit of the murmuring waters under the full moon

as if the sea confessing  its love to the the wind

in the every excited crash of waves during a thunderstorm

with the vast waters welcoming its children back

the boulder which stood witness

to countless sunsets unites with the sand

in the same manner it is how a wearied soul may end

like sand pounded by the waves and refined by time

each piece taken by the sea and portions sold to the wind

the uncertainty of  being with grains of the soul taken into the abyss

and what remains were taken by the wind into the world

scattered and undefined in the infinity

existing yet without being nor reason

the erosion of being

the absence of self