The Ocean

Its broadness seduces, then reduces; I stand at its edge as if it contains the answer.

It haughtily reminds me that it does not.


I want the key to the puzzle,

the clue to the end.


It reminds me that there is no puzzle
and that there is no end to this cycle of life.

It bids me to accept that my dreams, and wishes are not my own that they belong right where I am standing
to the awesomeness of Mother Nature,
to the continuing cycle of life, to the inherent greatness of every living thing.

I bow as if to accept its wise reduction, but deep inside know I will be back again next week to stand at its shores
and once again try to negotiate myself as my own.


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