I stand upon the beach
The sun shines and the surf surges:
Ahead, upon the sand I see no prints
For I have not yet gone that way.
To my right the dense jungle, impenetrable
And to my left, the Sea
Behind me, the tide came in
And washed my footprints away--
No sign that I had ever been. Peace.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 386 AF.