Tidal

In the sea’s splendid surge —

foam swirling, gathering,

showing the grand dance of waves —

There is no resistance —

nothing that fails to move

in that symphonic harmony,

no molecule that bucks against the thunderous tide.

No more can we 

rebel against the law that moves us —

not as something separate from us

but in a oneness

like waves and water —

so we are held.

So we swirl, so we dance,

so we flow.

There’s no resistance

and there is no failing

in the surge of Life’s unending tide.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 14, 2013