Friday, November 4, 2011

Like the Deep

It absolutely blows my mind, this off kilter being. Where balance is craved, but nearly impossible. It's an art, to sink down into the depths, and yet rise every time from it, like the phoenix. To embrace the flow and release on the ebb.

It takes someone of amazing strength to be content with the motion of our lives. To spend a period of time gazing into a set of young, brown, melting eyes and whisper, "I love you", and feel those words resonate in every fiber. More amazing, then, to feel autumn's chill and sigh into the breeze, "You are a good friend, take care of yourself" to the forlorn departing figure as they go on their merry way.

It is a mystery of life. Right up there with, why are we here? Friendships, relationships, have all the meaning and no meaning in this world. Acquaintances last for a season. Love is a faithless friend. What you saw as unbreakable? You broke single handedly. And you wonder why life is about balance.

I guess we are an unexplained race, like the deep, being, and unable to say why. We ebb and flow, come and go, come and go. And the waves that beat us so brutally become the gentle tides that rock us...

1 comments:

wlotus said...

I think this is why so many cultures have stories about god/gods. They are trying to make sense of what does not make sense, find something solid in an ever-changing existence. Their ideas of god are that anchor for them.