Out Where the Water Runs Deep. The rocks on the beach stand resolute in their stillness as a thousand waves a day come against them. Sometimes gracefully surrounding and flowing over on the slow patience of an incoming tide. Sometimes crashing in with rushing of a passing storm. Against, over, around and then back to the sea.
At first glance and surface consideration one feels for the futility of the water and admires the steadfastness of the stones as the waves fall to nothingness in tidal pools and droplets that slowly fade to sun and air. The stones appear to last while the water disappears. Or do they ?
Everything returns to the sea. In the water is the hidden power to find its way back to the source. With the tides and waves the ocean retrieves what is given to the land for it knows of the sanctity of its connection in every creek and river no matter how far inland. The ocean is patient. Even the sky and rain are in service to the return of the evaporated extensions.
And once again, the water runs deep.
To touch and contact and then return. To take with it the memory of every moment of every day. To be changed and excited in the encounter while always staying true to the source. To be blessed in the awareness of the truth of the Eternal. True power does not reside in the false belief of temporal resilience and hardened protection but rather in the beauty of the vulnerable and the courageous. The waves touch and return and wait, finding other shores, but always there.
Out in the deep at night a song is sung to the earth. “In the brilliant beauty of morning you stand strong, but I know, I know.”
Eyes always betray what’s hidden in the heart. The soul will always find its way to the source. The spirit resides in the moments when all goes quiet and in the deepness of the sea the truth of a greater love prevails.