The waves hit
the beach as though they would never come back. It was high tide and
one could look and feel the strength with which the rush of the
water left the sand totally drained before the next - like a never
ending story. Nature, without doubt, intended this powerful union.
As the hours ticked by, the waves seemed exhausted and gradually
slowed their pace to a point of total calmness, content in the
knowledge that they would soon meet again. The islands belong to the
ocean, to the high seas, and yet the passionate tide keeps on
tirelessly, faithfully and lovingly coming back.
Why can we
not see this and learn from it? Each one of us is also like the
island that is meant to be loved with strength and calmness,
tirelessly and faithfully, knowing that nature intended this to
be. Why must we keep demanding, when it is so clear? Our paths are
like those of the island and the waves - totally open. Let love
channel its way like the tide.