
I am an ocean
And sometimes things are calm inside
Other times storms blow up
And my watery places are moving
Beset by all kinds of surges and rhythms
Do you think you can fix an ocean swell in place
Or tell an ocean to stand still?
Don’t try to define me
Like water I will slip away
Pouring through your fingers
Refusing to be held
I was born to dance to my own rhythm
And be pulled upon by a moon
That is forever seems to change form
But is
Never the less
Constant
Gravitational pull
Rising from deep within
Can you feel me
Can you ride the swell
Of unpredictability
Of uncertainty
Will you trust my terrifying depths
I am ocean
Respect me
Surrender to me
But never seek to define me
Simply beautiful. Love this!
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