Inner voices

Walk on the soft sand
Pressing your feet against the wetness, you press some of your inner thoughts out of your mind. The vast ocean claims you in it's vastness and you find yourself no bigger than the grain of sand that it spits off the shore. The thoughts that arise are much deeper like the ocean and as striking as the morning sun. These thoughts exist but seldom felt, they feed on your subconscious like a termite on timber. When the sun goes down and in the view of darkness, the crabs creep out of their sand hole, just like that, these thoughts make way to your conscious.
These thoughts question sometimes your current being and makes you think. But it's not something specific and it's not something you can give more thought on and find an answer.
It's like the murky waters at the shore. Nothing is clear but everything seems to be there. You can collect the murky water and let it calm down and let the sand sink in. It takes time, like a kid takes all the time to build his indestructible sand castle, it takes work. With these two ingredients, you can put these thoughts to rest and discover something new about yourself and your current being might just move like a snail to your higher self.

The endless plains

Bed of gold with emerald blue cover
lies a life that takes you back in time
where innocent cruelty of nature defines the rules
food chain in perfect balance
days are quieter than the night
lives matter until it must
and where no one is a sinner

Man a mere spectator
of this spectacular game for survival
not altering it to suit his wish
life around seems to ignore this self crowned King
but still at his mercy
to thrive and flourish