The Texture of Transition

Why do I feel like this?
Like I am supposed to focus
But need to allow the path to emerge…?

How can it be possible,
That I need to release my grip
And tighten the reins?

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Steady as ever,
I am seasick in the waves of life.

My gut is searching frantically
Through the unknown.

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Tell me where to go!

I will move wherever, whenever, however,
Just,
PLEASE,
Give me any indication!

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As ever, stillness is the medicine.

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Stillness?

In these thrashing waves?!

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Yes.

Somehow.

Yes.

Dance, stomp, scream,
Thrash alongside the waves,
If you must.

Tire yourself out,
Until stillness finds you.

When your breaths shallow,
You will hear the call -
Soaking wet, exhausted,
Or not at all.