I watch as they come rushing,
gushing, billowing, receding
and I emptied my mind,
threw my troubles away
while my soul danced,
I sat on my favorite ledge.
In a moment I was entranced
as they ferried food for my bleeding soul.
He who was wise beyond his years,
who must have swirled and twirled
with these ever rolling waves,
in and out of caves,
relentless and boundless,
told me to listen to the tides.
In them were messages for me
“What did you see ahead of you?” he asked?
“Why do you think the water rose and curled?”
These waves are like the challenges of life.
When you think you’re done with one,
another one comes along and yet another still.
Some will knock you over,
others will lift you up,carry you over the rise.
Others will calm you down,
lull you to peaceful rest.
I missed the high tide with its endless whoosh
and crash against the rocks.
But he made me understand
That the low tide had its own offering,
a quiet moment to pause and to listen,
to meditate, reflect and confide
to clear my head,
take stock of my emotions
and clear mental blocks.
Yes the tides turn don’t they?
Today you are on a high,
tomorrow between ebb and flow.
And the army keeps coming at you,
confusing you, confounding you.
Yet they also bring nutrients to nourish
and the mighty ones become smaller,
smoothing out and following a defining row.
So the next time I come I’ll remember
that the tides are a blend of life’s rich meaning,
to tell me the things I need to know,
the lessons I need to learn
from the deep wisdom of the ocean.
Sometimes we bare our souls.
Other times we remain unfathomable.
He asked the what and why questions,
I asked how come, what if this and what if that?
And I don’t come away with all the answers,
but I’m consoled in the fact
that I am not alone.
The universe has many forces
If we believe.