The Rhythm of Stability

the winds of change blow on and on
the tides of the moon move in, then out
then in yet again. Landscaping the
malleable sand beneath my feet
They startle me, perplex me
provoke my passionate pout

“Be not afraid of change”
so says the Witch of the Sea
while I crave stability of life all the same
“Stability comes in many forms” She teaches
pointing to the monotony of her surf song
while I yet disbelieve Her fabulous claim
“The truth you seek lies within, my Child
Seek this; the rest will follow suit
Seek this; you will find your heart’s content
Seek ye this . . . if thy desire be true”

I begin to dig my heels in to the
strength of the Dune I mount
I hesitate – Her breath moving through my hair
I question. I argue. I AM afraid.
I Breathe
and begin to count the stars
then I take Her hand as I always do
in times like these, close my eyes
to my spiraling doubts and fears, begin to place
one foot before the next, absent goodbyes . . .

the tides of my moon sweep out
in Light, in Love, in Lust
the tides of my moon sweep in
then out again, as I accept they must
marking the sands of my life as they go
taking, giving; they ebb, they flow
marking the sands of my heart as they must
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

“In Perfect Love, In Perfect Trust”
I make my way where I may not see

remembering

These are the rhythms of stability.

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