I   circle myself with the voice of the tide,
with the knowing that I am shaped by the same pull.

I place my restlessness into the rhythm of the sea,
my longing out to the horizon that will not close.

I relinquish my need to master this moment,
letting each wave undo my certainties.
I ask the waters, not to soothe me,
but to show me what they carry and release.

I listen for the response in the sand between my toes,
in the salt that settles on my skin,
in the ache that rises and falls like the tide,
reminding me I am part to this movement.

Circle me, O Presence,
in the great exchange of coming and going.
Teach me to enter the dialogue of ebb and flow,
until I no longer cling, but simply flow.