High Tide Low Tide

High Tide Low Tide

A Poem by Fergus

Here's the thing about being as consequential as a wave in the ocean,

or being a poor little me,

destined to oblivion.


The wave doesn't worry about its duration,

nor its majesty,

it just does its thing.


Only to break,

and thereby return,

to the pool of energy and the stuff waves are made of.


There'll be others born of the same stuff.


In effect they are the same waves,

just taking on a different form temporarily,

only to break,

once again.


In that sense,

all beings with an ego arise,

from this same source of awareness

coming in all magnitudes and durations.


And always the wave breaks.

Only to return back to the source.

© 2019 Fergus


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I like your thoughts here. For a few moments I was watching the ebb and flow of those waves. The tides go on forever, and we are like a mote of dust. Insignificant in the overall picture of things.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 3, 2019
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Tags: introspection, self reflection, emotion, spiritual, metaphysical

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