The waves rhythmically caressed the beach then receded artfully as if to return again in a greater splendour of union. The twilight sun was entering the hidden zones of daily routine. The sky was red pink and orange in a unique fusion of cosmic expression of subtle abstract tongues, as if done with seamless fires . The etherial sound of the ocean melded with the hissing winds.
There was a ship gently drifting on the distant horizon.
The beach was deserted but for a few old people who were staring at the infinite universal space. One of them was sitting in padmaasana with closed eyes. sunlight on the sands ~ few white doves played new games of flying |