Cresting

Sometimes, as I sit here beneath a tree in the forest, cradled by the moss,

As I gaze at the sunlight, and feel the wind, I think…perhaps I am NOT in a forest,

Rather, sitting on the beach, at the edge of a vast sea of knowledge, and I am…playing with pebbles,

Sometimes it seems so close to my comprehension, that I can feel the ebb and pull of the tides in my veins,

Hear the rush of the breaking waves, and I feel almost as if I could ride these waves, as if I could crest…this place.

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