‘Rough, rumble and tormented, so ephemeral am I’ The Tide trembled in despair with a deep desire to die
Calm, clear and content, eternally still The Center deep in ocean whispered ‘unperturbed is my will’
Turning back to itself, the tide gazed deep within Truth began to dawn, that never was it alone, but the Center and it always one
No more the tide is troubled by it rise and fall, the old way… Arising from the stillness of the center, now it is all a joyful play!