Wet sand under toes, curling waves inching toward feet, planted. Groups of Pelican in South formation, sand crabs settled in after the tide, fingertips reaching out extending from the waist up to the sky, exhale Ocean sound. Bending forward as if to bow swaddled in damp breath of clouds wake as they follow the Sun's arc across the sky where it dips behind the point in a wink. Fierce wheels knee to hip, four points strong heel to brow, palms released bolt of arrow, wings tucked along the cage of the heart, gaze lifted lung to atlas, chin poised in salute.
Om Na Mah Shi Va Ya
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