Sound Bath Retreat
- Ellie Taniguchi
- May 11
- 1 min read

Morning light stirs us awake.
We prepare breakfast, tuck it into a basket,
and wander down to the shoreline together.
Someone begins to play the harp—quietly, effortlessly.
A tender melody drifts into harmony.
Birdsong joins in,
waves keep rhythm.
Without even noticing,
I begin to dissolve—
until I am nothing but sound.
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