There are times
I feel there is
no solid ground
beneath my feet,
it is then I must
travel to my teacher
There is no
perfect time,
muse will speak
only when it wishes,
then each of your
demons will weep
because they’ll know
they’ve lost the war
I stand here humbled
on the shore,
with all ten toes
buried, cool,
beneath the sand
and with outstretched hands,
let the moody and mysterious
sea wash over me,
teaching the true
meaning of peace
It will talk, you only need to listen,
but that is the hardest thing,
to listen, to discern nuances,
then to stand right there,
in shame and reverence
in the middle of a world
we failed to recognize as holy.
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