Tayrona

Tayrona,
A beach of forest, rock, sand, water and sky is composed by the hands of la Pachamama. Eternally, laid out in front of me. The mist from the crashing clouds rises into mist below clouds in waves that go from above to beyond the horizon. I float on a strip of forest, sand and rocks through the clouds. I dive in to float into the sky, away from land. I´m hit by waves of clouds that cannot do any harm but to harm itself. The water in the sky will wash away what has to go and carve out what will stay. I will stay after these waves have made their mark on me.