Mysteriously

At 4.02am the tide became low. At 9.50am the tide became high and mysteriously I awoke at this time. At 2.56pm the wind shifts mysteriously as it does almost daily and brings me a little of what I need. I watch the tide roll out at 3.58pm so that it is once again low. At 9.59pm the tide rises to the high and to me I am not there but I feel it inside. I flow as the tide and I sail on the wind. Mysteriously I walk amongst the sand granules that contain the pain. Not which is of mine but which is of the sailors past. Each stride, everyday inside, I flow like the tide. My moon of which sometimes disappears is still there to pull me. My sun which is not always apparent is there to warm me. Mysteriously I am aware and mysteriously no one may really care. I feel this everyday whether I be here on my sandy beach or far…far…away. Whether I am floating amongst the blue or I am walking amongst the true. What changes me also makes me stronger and what it is that tries to erode my thoughts makes me remember. Mysteriously I am. I am. In a certain spirit of nature I focus on myself and make my attempt to control an emotion of rising tides. I make the same attempt to control the feelings contained in the low tide. May this be the most difficult part of my yesterday, today and tomorrow. May this be the most difficult part of me. What can it be. A summer wind to cool my emotion enough to compliment the rising tide. A summer wind to warm me enough to eliminate the lows inside. In speaking of such it is I who will admit that I dare. I open my eyes and see what is not there because it is I who will admit that I care.