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.

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