The Swell

I sit and watch – the swell, the curl, the crash.

And I wonder, “how did I ever even imagine that I was alone?”

I have been guided all along. I can’t say why or how or by what. The mind wants answers, but I understand that they’re not mine.

I only know that I do not control the sea.

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