I watched the ocean waves crashing
beneath the reaching light of the moon;
Time was suspended upon the clouds.
There was a heavy and palpable silence
that only made the roaring of the waves
so much more powerful.
I was reminded of my insignificance,
as I stood there on the shore..
but at the same time,
assured of my importance;
as important as each star above me.
The ocean was inside of me,
and I was inside of the ocean.
The water’s ebbs and flows
kissing the shoreline ~
were reminiscent of the sways of my heart,
as they oscillated between the clinging to this world,
and the letting go.
The desire for love
and the release..
Every crash of the waves,
as it ate away at the shoreline,
You cannot love with your mind.
Love cannot coexist with thought.
It will retreat
You cannot love without the learning
how to let go;
without being willing
to let go.
You cannot love while resisting the gift of love;
and you will not always know where that gift is
or what it is
or from where it comes.
Love is the release;
it is the open hand,
always ready to receive.
Love is the bird taking flight
allowing the wind
to guide its glide..
Love is the candle
burning its wick to give light,
knowing it is extinguishing itself.
But its essence lives on.. and returns.
Love is the being here
the letting go of the past.
Even as the past revisits you.
Love is accepting the quiet moments
to soothe you,
and the harsh moments
to teach you.
is the release.