This came in an email in response to the posting, Postcards from Norfolk. It is published here in gratitude and with permission.

blue sky
wet sand
briny smell
lone monk
kinhin
grain of sand
miraculous knowing.

I was, am and will be enlightened instantaneously with the universe.

in gratitude,

We all have the words, it's a matter of letting them flow out. Existence enters us and it is the way of things that existence flows out. Like waves, like the tides.