The way of the fish 

is the way of the vagabond.

The whole of the sea is my home. I trust the currents — 

I trust the etheric currents 

of all that is

The pull of the tide is the pull of time

The wise fish does not fight the current

But learns to trust and swim with her pull

Opening, opening, opening its sphere of consciousness

Its sense of self

To merge with the current

To make its will one with the tide

To listen to its wisdom — 

To trust.

I am remote.

I feel remote. 

My heart is pulled by something far greater than I

And my mortal mind struggles to make sense of it

But see?

It is this — 

Why fight, why struggle? 

Wisdom is in learning

That even riptides

Need us to swim with them. 

Fight it, fight it, fight it

You will drown.

I care not where your life is taking you

Nor where it has taken you

Nor what it has taken from you

Swim with the current, and trust. 

For, 

I promise you,

You will be led home.