Beneath
The ocean is foaming at the mouth angry today.
Welling up from beneath the waves,
rises a sadness disguised as rage,
grief masked with turmoil.
It fits in resistance to the changing tide,
change inevitable and as unstoppable as itβs own protest of the same.
At odds with itself and in denial,
it lashes out at every solid, unmoving rock, every cape, every cliff.
In defiance it roars and lunges, throwing itself against anything in its path
and crashing, falling, and rising again and again to spew its madness,
while deep below the stormy surface
lies a stillness, a tranquility only found by going within.
Peace is there.
And pure being abounds.
Come. Dive down into the sea of true self,
immersed in love, oneness, and knowing all is well.


Oh Charlee! I LOVE this one. Stunning and brilliant metaphor πππ