A fiery wave, gentle light and the faint voice…
A fiery wave touched the shore;
Oh, so rough I thought;
Until a ray of gentle light fell all over;
Let go * I heard * of the day;
The faint voice…I tried to hold on;
It faded…like the setting sun;
Darkness fell, and I moved on…
To my comfort home that was lit…
….Under a man-made light, I saw….
I saw… until I noticed in the picture;
A balance of aggression and subtlety;
The colors of Yin and Yang;
Learning from the wave to never hold on;
To never hold on to the shore;
To never hold on to the shores of comfort;
For our lives must move on…