How
swift flows the tide that bears you along
To the heights
To the depths
To the self
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How
crucial the choices you make day by day
To wake
To sleep
To become
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In
ways small and great
You carve, you create
You choose the divine, the abyss;
For each choice births patterns
In the design that you weave -
Your vision, your albatross, your grail.
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When
the storms begin
And the winds blow hard
You must turn -
To face or to flee...
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What
is your call?
Where do you yearn
What Dragon, Medusa, Delight?
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Do
you cringe and curse
At each breaking wave?
And tremble with fear of the deep...
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Or-in
the heart of the storm
Does a still, small voice
Bring you courage and peace and resolve?
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There
is salt in the water
There is salt in the life
Does it choke?
Does it burn?
Does it flavor?
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Yours
is the vision, the blueprint, the power.
It’s all in the pattern you favor -
Yours the choice to spew it all out
Or yours the choice to savor. |
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