High Tide Low TideA Poem by FergusHere'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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1 Review Added on April 3, 2019 Last Updated on April 3, 2019 Tags: introspection, self reflection, emotion, spiritual, metaphysical Author
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