Beneath the surface


It’s been decades of wonder in this reality some call home.

 We’re born here vulnerable, naked, we live and leave alone.

It is the place of fears, competition, and intrusive doubts.

It is the place where some call life “A Series of Faults”.  

But beneath the surface, there is a mellow land

made of no pearls, only pure grains of sand.  

Within the sand – our home we long to see revealed.

  We’ve yet to realize, we are the ones who keep it sealed.


© Eva Nadis