Seasons of Cornucopia

Emotionally and hopefully, mindfully,  
 I walked along our given shoreline  
collecting a cornucopia of interesting
looking pebbles, smoothed glass  
and shells of creatures  
who traveled to the interconnectedness  
of us all long ago.  
 
Based on active disconcerting waves  
I feel our ocean is restless as my soul  
is now and then.  
 
Reaching down again  
I pick up a fistful of sand.  
I notice how the sand slips through  
no matter how tight I strengthen  
my grasp.  
 
Thinking about time and my time  
left here on this rock in space  
all at once  
I have a limitless amount of grains  
of sand  
AND  my seasoned full hourglass  
is running though it feels as though  
only on idle.  
 
In the know  
I know eventually I will run out  
of sand  
even though my cosmic spirit  
is made up of more star stuff  
than grains of sand!  
 
Either path of the (forked) tine  
with regards to my Tao,  
I want to be ready. . .  
 
I am ready…………………..