- The world is a narrow bridge, the saying goes, but don’t be afraid to cross it into the realm of memories and dreams.
- To help you along as you enter, and to put you in the right kind of mood as you explore, here’s a poem of mine:
My Childhood’s Sea
My childhood sustains me in my
adulthood, and here’s why:
When I see a brown summer road,
crossing a field carpeted by green grass,
and bordered by a tall cypress grove;
I imagine a narrow white path trailing
away from it, leading down to a yellow sandy beach, beyond which lies only the wide blue sea.
My journey ends there, on the shore of my childhood’s sea,
where the waves recognize my footprints in the sand;
where the breeze remembers the smile on my face;
and where the realm of my memories and dreams begins.
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