Mystic Beach

MysticBeach

Mist in my eyes,
Sun dimmed to low,
A lone thought consumes me,
Where did my life go?

At birth it was now –
No worries, no crime.
I played with my feet,
Unaware of the time.

Today I walk slowly,
Tired of the race.
What’s past, what’s future?,
The NOW, my new pace.

A busy old mind,
Still packs the boy “me”,
Youth is oblivious -
This too shall they be.

We humans always longing,
It’s an endless pursuit.
Soul's voice has confirmed
That it’s just a skin suit.

With each heel-to-toe
I’m one with the beach
I always have Now,
Within my minds reach.

Cheers!
Brian

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Brian Geraths

Passionate for nature, life, writing and sharing, this site is mutually dedicated to my three favorite vehicles through life - Photography, Writing and Speaking. As professional photographer I was (and still am) in my favored "Observer" mode. As writer, these observations exposed a deeper understanding into ethics, authenticity and leadership. As speaker, I get to be selfish. In giving we gain - big! By helping you to discover your own authenticity, passion and where you too are a leader, I get a huge pang of fulfillment. Yes, I am a giver - the most selfish sort of person that ever was. (that is, once you realize how great the results of giving truly are)