by Keith Hillman

Created on: January 04, 2009   Last Updated: January 06, 2009

'My Secret Beach'

I sense silence

yet all around I hear the sounds of nature.

The shingle crackles and grates under my feet,

the rhythmic whoosh of the waves fills my ears

and the shrieking of a hundred gulls gives a voice to the deserted shore line.

Here I am alone.

Yet my companion, this hidden secret beach,

is here to wrap me in splendid seclusion.

I am alone but I share my very being with the raw edge of nature.

Here I hear my own voice, though silent.

Here my thoughts surround me.

Here I am at one with myself yet enveloped by a greater force,

one which allows me the freedom I crave

whilst lifting me out of myself and cradling me in glorious isolation.

The beach is ever changing.

Some days filled with wrath, others tranquil and calm.

Some days the sea is an enigmatic aqua, another as grey as granite.

I look toward the horizon and see my life uncharted.

What lies beyond? Who can tell?

But here I can be myself.

Unquestioned,

unchallenged.

Here I can think,

consider,

compose.

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