and the sea is still.
we sit by the shore,
jump in the waves,
listen to the wonder of the comings
and the goings
and we love it
regardless of the times we are afraid
because it is beautiful
it is life
and it is still.
even in the wildness of its thunder,
its stillness is there.
the power terrifies us,
but those of us who are strong
see the calmness beyond/amidst the rage,
the grace that accompanies the demons.
yet, the weak will turn
and never return to the sea.
they will miss the storms, protected,
but they will also miss the wonder
of the sun on the water,
the fish, the sand, the exhilaration of
knowing the strength beyond ourselves.
i am like the sea.
i rage with tears and
words that sting
i stumble, thrown about as in a rush
i sit and i breath
and i dance through the tides
the cyclical tides
the frustrating times
the peaks and the depths
the wishing for balance
the willing to stop,
the longing for a straight line.
and yet, beyond the hoping and the wishing,
the circles continue,
the swirling and the twists
the coiling round and round
the ups and downs
will never stop
not as long as the waves continue to reach the shore,
as the waves disappear back into the sea,
as the sand is pulled and shifted,
and the shells revealed,
a small reminder of the treasures we have not seen,
but remember from the times when we too
lived amongst the wild and free.
remember creatures, the water has never left us.
26, December 2009
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