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In Between the Waves
Riding the winds of change — sitting with all there is
No thoughts with waves crashing through — one after another — the attention of seekers and knowers whomever will attune. Violent winds kicking up the swells — binding us to love’s harbor — stillness prevailing as we observe the magnitude of passing storms.
At the center of the rising melancholic blues — whispers of tranquility remain. Observe the observer, observing all thoughts floating in cosmic proportion — not attaching to any one thing or all things alike.
Long has the sun gone — three days since the warmth of your embrace — likewise the emptiness of the promising kiss of moonlight’s unspoken words. Alone are the wise — caught between worlds — suffering and miraculous knowing of creative deliberation.
We remain here, now, past, present, and future. Caught in the middle again, or chosen beings of in between. Allowing these moments to be accepted, acknowledged, and held silently for another day.
Unfinished — hard stop.
Arriving as we are called to be.
