As it approached, I could feel the water pull toward it, like a massive breath in.
Then the swell, it was incredible, from low to high, the power was impressive...
I am watching the life of a soul drawn in to its own rhythm.
Breathe in... Breathe out, it is such a simple concept but at the same time such a powerful and critical pattern.
So here I breathe, as my soul crashes upon the shore. I am the wave, I am the ocean, I am the rhythm of life. The patterns of survival. It is all here and at the same time, everywhere.
What should I say, is it contrary to the natural patterns to want more?
To seek the truth of the patterns. To find the source of the pain.
All I want is a day filled with light, to have the clouds not rain down on me, but to feel the warm sun on my shoulders. The light of the star telling me it is okay, that I can move on and that tomorrow will be brighter than today.
It is too much to ask? Have my years of dedication been all for naught?
The wheel turns, the sun will rise soon in the east... and what will I have to welcome the new day? What can I give?
All I can give, is my breath. It is my offering to the heavens, because everything else is an illusion.
Breathe in..... Breathe out....