The sound of crashing waves repeat like a steady mantra on the sands of time. Continually crashing, washing, soothing, softening, that of which was once hard rock.
I sit and listen as the water rushes in and then fans itself across the pebbles on its way back out. Closing my eyes. My mind surrenders to the waves. To the mantra.
The waves, now in my mind, continue to flow. Soothing that of which was once hard thought. Dispersing unnecessary chatter. Ushering in, that of which remains. That of which has always been. That of which lives forever.
And in the stillness, I find how love overcomes all. The way water overcomes rock.