Life's Wild Ride

A wave cannot exist without the water from which it was born.

A wind cannot blow without the air to give it form.
When the vast ocean bumps into underwater hills and valleys just so,
and when that agitated water rises to meet the wind, a wave can grow.

Its shape is distinct, unique as a snowflake, a feather, or a person.

The wave has power, the strength to move a chunk of sea from A to B.
The organization of the ocean is forever rearranged.

A tumbled starfish bumps into a particular cliff’s edge and clings.
A cup-shaped stone tips and offers the perfect hidey hole to a crab, just in time.
A seal follows the wave’s crest, in search of fish, and dives past its perfect mate. Hello!

The wave travels along for a time, sometimes miles, redecorating along the way,
affecting all of the creatures gathered up by its strong guidance,
occasionally swapping energy with other waves that cross its path.

Sometimes, near the end of a wave’s life in its hopelessly transient form…
Occasionally, with the shoreline as witness, a particular wave meets a surfer.

For an instant, the surfer and the wave share an energy that stops time.

Water, wind, flesh and fiberglass travel together.
Pure synergy. Earth and God embrace. No before and no after.
In the presence of such being, All One is the only message that makes sense.

Then the surfer kicks out, or tumbles, and the wave tosses its last gasp upon the shore.

The water particles that made the wave are pulled back into the sea.
The surfer climbs back onto her board and paddles back into the sea.

A particular set of conditions brought that surfer and that wave together for a romp.
They shared the rush of life in the moment of their joining.
Each one’s experience would have been incomplete without the other.

We are all waves, and all surfers. Our source is the same. 

Forever shape-shifting, our particles of water, earth and air gather and break apart.

The memory of bonds remains within our cells.

Our souls evolve from all the combining, grow hungry for another rush.

We scan the horizon for the next big ride, ready for a new wave’s birth.