From my last book; a warrior on his way !

It’s an half hour walk around the bay to the sea.
Screaming gulls in the sky form vague shadows on the
sand. Their raw scream is loud. The white of the feathers,
draws beautifully against the sky. Their cry mixed
with the breaking of the surf on the beach. On the shore,
motionless on the white sand, stands a lonely me, nailed by
the sound of the sea and the cries of the gulls. I stand there and it
move me. Sand blows in my face, but I do not care.
I am standing there like I have always been there.
A calling and being focused to the future, makes me smile and is
all I can think of. In the dark sound of the sea I hear
a sound. Fresh and clear. It’s a sound of whisperings. Think,
my friend. Listen. It is a sound of pouring rain. Are you
strong? Why have you gone on such a voyage? And I listen to the
waves. And it surprises me. And I weep in the dark. And
hum along with the song of the sea. That siren song of ebb and
flood. And the moon and stars located in fog. People say
you can hear the sound of the sea in a shell. I pick up a
shell, but befor me lies the sea itself. Next to me a seagull lands
on the beach. Then the gull speaks. No, I am not surprised
I am not. I once looked in the eye of a whale and spoke with him.
So why would a gull have nothing to tell ?
I turn myself to the bird. The gull flies up and threws to me in that
motion a handful of sand. I let that sand slip through my fingers
until there is nothing left than a few grains. Small,
very small and seemingly unrelated. I look at the gull in the distant
sky. The infinite universe is always visible. I look at
the grains of sand in my hand and felt a warm glow through
my whole body. Has something changed? Have I changed? Or must
I admit to a vocation, deep inside me. I who am so used to space, much
space. Now I see the world in a grain of sand.