Walk with no shoes...walk quietly. <br />Walk like a new mother, <br />Watching her babe. <br />Walk, not speaking, as close to <br />Sunset as you can. <br />Walk when there are no clouds <br />In the sky. <br /> <br />Tiptoe to the waves' edge. Stop. <br />Do not touch the water. <br />It is not yet time. <br />Listen, until the sun touches the <br />Horizon. <br /> <br />Now. Fill your hands with water, <br />Foam, the sea. The Mother. <br />What do you feel...what do you <br />Sense? <br />They are all there...in your hands... <br />Dinosaurs, Neanderthal, ancestor <br />Reptiles, Rameses, Montezuma... <br /> <br />Eternity cannot compare to their <br />Peace. <br />All now gone...have found the <br />Beginning. <br />No more will they return. <br />We have lost them...not to bones, <br />Ashes. <br /> <br />To a place in Time where they come <br />And go as they please. <br />They will know you, eventually, <br />By the feel of your hands... <br />Reverence in your eyes... <br />Sorrow in your heart. <br />For there is no Heaven, only <br />Continuity... <br />In the Sea.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-man-told-me-this/
