Formulating dreams etched into the sand
like all things, waiting to be blown away
but still important as the tapestry encases emotion
a dream...

A feeling of apathy comes from the tide
slowly and then quickly washing it all away
recognizing the tide in all situations
the slow persistant force of life
breaking down, building up, wiping clean
it's simple beauty lodges itself deep into the heart
while part of us fights it
the understanding of The Way permeates any resistance
then the choice occurs
whether we're ready or not....aware or not
peace or war
fighting what is
or making peace with it
and the emotions flood in
the needs....
instincts
tears....

lost in the emotions
then found
strength and will are formed in the wake
as the clouds gather again
and the tide draws away
a new cycle is born
and the teary face wroughts a hard won smile
coming so easily, laughter and light invades
opening up the sky into a crystal blue
a warm hug
an open heart