Every day, destruction and rebirth,
as the sea flows into land, and land flows into sea.
Hoards of new souls, eager to replace the ones lost in the waves,
like footsteps in the sand erasing one another,
erasing their past,
erased by a wave, erased by the wind,
replaced, misplaced, deconstructed.
Discovered, reconstituted, re-born.
Like waves, never wasted,
perpetually reincarnated.
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books
George Tsakraklides 
You’re really on a roll with these short pieces. They speak volumes. Excellent, KG
The sea, my new residence, is a huge inspiration. Thank you 🙏 🌊
I’m loving this ongoing ripple of inspiration from you currently. Thank you. This one seems specially poignant at present. Tx
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Thanks 🙏
Beautiful, again, yes, continuous rebirth all the time at all levels. My molecules will be reincarnated into flowers when I am buried in a wicker-basket under a tree. Other than that, it is my thoughts, words and actions that will live on forever, therefore no terror of death is warranted. (sorry , second edit, please delete the two before, George.)
There’s salve in your prose from the sea 💙 to the soul. 😊