witness the witness
be the breath
that refreshes the world
who watches the watcher
in life and in death
remains calm when into chaos hurled
surrender to the sentinel of the soul
both wave ocean and surfer
and borne again swirled
succumb to the silence beneath the surf
before grasping for board gasping for breath
into the board edges of ego are knurled
then cling to the sky and all that above
for once you’ve gone under
your true sails come unfurled
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Nicely done!
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Thank you! I resisted the temptation to insert an extra stanza or two between each of these, and tried to keep it light.
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