I am the wooden boat,
the waters rock me steady.
When the waves hit
I let go of my oars
Universe I'm ready,
which ever space you toss me to
I will laugh in the wind
and I will get through,
the darkest of storms.
The fierce cold
cannot put the fire out in me
I am rolling and flying
moving in unison with the sea.
I have no doubt, I will survive
and see the quiet dawn breaking
over the infinite blue ocean,
I am lost in transformation;
what was raging
is now still.
What was once turbulent movement,
is now velvet translucence beneath me.
Furry and faith,
Confusion and truth,
all part of the movements of the ocean,
all part of the movements of soul.
The darkness and the light
of this journey
teach me to close my eyes
and journey into the space behind my face
where galaxy upon galaxy exists.
The wooden vessel we sail inside
will surely never sink.
Go beyond the quiet harbors in your mind,
Open sails full of wind
Forward,
Careening into peace.
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