Bond To Tide
Each breath, a pool of hope, rising and falling, the tide of my being. How did I learn this? I
need not think to do it. Does the ocean feel the same? It seems to work so hard, forward
and back, pushing the shore. Could it stop? Perhaps only I am captivated in this moment. A
coincidence? Our souls pull together. How easy to forget the rhythm of these breaths. They
are mine...yet I see them in water? How long does this ocean pulse? Has all been lost? Or
was nothing to gain? Just be. Ocean and me. I am sure my breath is drawn in with the tide.
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