Soul Surfing

Upon the tides where starlight sings, the soul remembers hidden things. Not bound by fear, nor ruled by pride, it learns to breathe with every tide. The waves may rise, the winds may bend, yet every storm becomes a friend. For truth's not found on shores we keep, but where our open spirits leap. Each crest's a lesson, each fall a grace, each current finds its time and place. No race to win, no crown to claim. The sea and soul are much the same. They curve, they carve, they ebb, they flow, revealing only what we know. Then gently showing, wave by wave. The quiet strength of being brave.