Grain of Sand

Imagine you are a single grain of sand in the palm of my hand.

Imagine you have taken everything about yourself, your smiles and insecurities, your dreams and shames, your needs and fears, and you have compressed them into a tiny particular of existence.

It’s easy.

Start with yourself, the YOU that is reading these words. This is your core. Now wrap your hopes around it, squeezing them down until they shrink and harden around the center. Now layer on your secrets, the ones you won’t even admit even to yourself. Apply steady pressure until they, too, harden. Next is the burden of responsibilities, the weight of other’s expectations. A heavy layer, it may take a bit longer to squeeze them down.

Do this with everything about yourself. Strip yourself bare and lay yourself over the tiny sphere you have created. Drape your desires along the surface like a funeral veil, wrap the limbs of allowance around its curves like an embrace. And when you think you have nothing left, place yourself inside and draw inward, continuously, until all that exists is this tiny bit of you.

A grain of sand.

In the palm of my hand.