Where Life Was Already Waiting

~ a poem

Yesterday, I went to the sea
with nothing but time in my hands.

No glowing screen,
no endless scroll
asking me to be
somewhere else.

Only the wide breath of the horizon
and sand beneath my feet.

The waves kept speaking—
to remind me
that something ancient
is always in motion.

Gulls in the air,
their cries like threads
pulling my thoughts upward.

Children ran with kites—
bright, trembling things
caught between earth and sky.

And even the grown ones
let themselves be carried
for a while,
laughing at the wind.

I bent down
and picked up a shell—
spiraled, delicate,
holding the memory of a life.

How does such a thing come to be?

Who teaches the sea
to shape these miracles
and leave them
like small offerings?

I stood there longer than I planned,
doing nothing.

And it came to me—
that not much is needed
for a life to open.

Not the noise,
not the constant reaching
for what fades and flickers.

The world was already here,
waiting without impatience:
in the salt air,
in the wind’s invisible hands,
in nature that asks nothing
but your presence.

Let us remember this.

Let us look up
when the sky is speaking.
Let us feel the ground
as if it were the first time.
Let us wonder
about shells,
about waves,
about all that exists
without asking for anything.

Let us worry less.
Let us loosen our grip
on the things that pull us away.

Let us return—
again and again—
to this simple place
where life is not something to chase,
but something already happening.

Be Budding

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