Arms crossed
hands nestled just below the armpits
so comforting
my eyes close
shutting out the world around me
I rest safe and secure within this self
hug
this escape from a world filled with
unrest
at least for these few moments
From here I can watch the gentle surf
the waves send the sea up along the
beach
the it recedes washing the place where
the sea meets the coast
Sometimes I am privileged to the
company of the birds
they sing the tales of nature
and I am actually able to understand
the lyrics
They call it a babbling brook
I hear the stories of the lands they
have passed through
of the people that have sat on its bank
the brook seems to tell me of their
conversations
conversations of peace, brotherhood and
love for their fellow men
What a wonderful time this can be
sitting back
arms folded across my chest
hands nestled just below my armpits
within this self hug
in the silence of my temporary solitude
watching and listening
to all that should be
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