Sometimes life is smooth and then rough
Riding high is also to lay low, be at the ebb
The entire force of the ocean
At the shores, lashing out and
At times gently caressing
An entire life is at the present
Creating the waves – high and low
the depth and the crest
Always in motion, churning, bringing up
from within the recesses of accumulated memory –
Of the good done and the undone
Accosting like serpents to offset and strike
The dark depths with hardly any light
filtering through strands in contrast
To the glittering wavelets on the sunbeams,
Warm and inviting to bathe and be.
Life is a flow – up and down – in and out
High and low, thick and thin, fleeting and lasting
steady and yet fluid.
Be with the flow, change and grow
Accept the new and let go of the past.
Drops make the ocean, and so too the waves
They are small insignificant and yet mighty
The force of the small shifting the big
Little by little eating into the season
The soft shore, and etching the hard ones even