Monday, June 4, 2012

Accepting Different Tides

Out over the buoy that bobs in the water,
Where the waves are only preparing--
Staring hard at you
Is what's true:
Nothing final is coming your way
Except the visions of
Your own manufactured fear.
No longer must you strive for love,
No longer cover eyes and ears
Against reaction--but open all
Your heart to the first action.