Mountain Mind, Beachy Heart.

Hey kid, down here. Yea, right here.

Let’s talk about mountains and tides—two forces that couldn’t be more different but can’t seem to leave each other alone. Mountains stand tall, strong, and unyielding, while the tides quietly roll in, brushing against their edges, daring them to notice. It’s a dance, a push and pull, and maybe… it’s a love story.

You stand there, so sure of yourself, like nothing could ever touch you. But mountains aren’t untouched—they feel wind, the rain, and the quiet press of time. And while you’re busy gazing at the stars, have you ever noticed the tide below, brushing against you? It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t demand—it just lingers, steady, waiting for you to look down.

• Mountain Mind, Beachy Heart •

You stand like a mountain, unshaken, tall,

Mapping your future, claiming it all.

But I linger, wild and free,

Whispering things your mind won’t let you see.

Your thoughts are solid, like lines in stone,

But my voice hums stories that won’t leave you alone.

You build a new world, sharp and strong,

Yet wonder if I’ve been calling you all along.

Do mountains crave the chaos they lack?

The rush of something that pulls them back?

Do you feel it, the pull, the ache,

For something softer, something that breaks?

I don’t beg, don’t ask to stay,

But I linger quietly, brushing your way.

And you, with your plans so perfectly made,

Feel my rhythm cut through the silence you’ve laid.

Would you let me reach you, just once, just right,

Break the quiet, flood the night?

Or will you stay, your peaks apart,

Unmoved by the swell of this beachy heart?

If I kissed the edge of your name,

Would you let me touch or remain the same?

Do you long for the pull that won’t fall apart,

To calm the storm of your mountain mind, beachy heart?

Oh honey, the tide is patient, but it won’t stay,

It kisses the edges, then slips away.

And you, so certain, so sharp, so strong,

Will you notice me only when I’m gone?

But my love, the waves don’t plead, they just arrive,

Quiet and constant, keeping dreams alive.

And you, the mountain, so guarded, so high,

Will you ever answer, or just watch me pass by?

The tide doesn’t wait forever, you know. It’ll pull away as quietly as it came, leaving you to your stone and silence. And here’s the truth: mountains may stand tall, but they still crumble under the softest touch of time.

So, if you’re the mountain, and the tide keeps brushing against your edges—what are you going to do? Will you stay unmoved, unyielding, and watch it drift away? Or will you let it linger, just once, to remind you what it feels like to soften, to bend, to change?

Maybe that’s the question we all face, at one point or another: Are we the mountains, or are we the tide? And who do we become when we finally let them meet?

Oh well.

Until next time,

Love always,

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