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Singing To The Sea |
All my life I wanted to sing. But I couldn't. Something was broken, something was wrong. something was old, something was sad, something was silent. I called to it, time and time again. Time and time again, it would run and hide, leave me trembling, so afraid what I might find, what I might say, what I might sing, if I would ever find my voice. But I never gave up. Many years passed by. And so often did it seem that there was no hope, not a one; that it would always be this way, that it was all ordained to be this way, that there was nothing I could do. And still, I kept on trying. Time and time again, I would throw my weary body against the barriers of fear, uncertainty, reality and delusion, a fine line divides them, and one which I could never find. Courage. Courage is what you need when all seems lost. If you don't have courage, anger will serve; rage will serve better, but be careful. Annihilation works both ways. And slowly, I uncoiled. Slowly, I unfolded. Slowly, excruciatingly, I allowed myself to bow my head, accept assistance, grant a modicum of trust, gain a chance of change. Then, there came the day when I made my way to the beach, to sing to the sea, to sing with the sea, to see if I could sing. The shore waited patiently. The water wove a rhythm, soothing, there is nothing you can tell me that I haven't heard before. So I sang. The wind took my voice and carried it away, enfolded it, and stroked my face. The sun shone on, steadily and it didn't blink, didn't wink, it warmed my back instead. The ocean didn't change its rhythm, so I changed mine so we would be in harmony, and that was right, the right way forward, given all the ins and outs. As I was playing, I was sad to think that this was all I had to offer; I must try harder, do better, the ocean deserves better, more from me. Still, when I was done, when I fell silent, the stones applauded mightily, and the ocean rushed approval.
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