Poem: The Water's Edge

The very tip of my toes touched the water, and a rush of every emotion coursed through me. Waves of clarity and confusion flowed together, like old friends who had known each other beyond time’s veil.

I looked inward at the mosaic of self: wonderful and mysterious, fearful and uncertain, yet courageous and brave. Pieces of my soul swirled in the moonlight, creating ripples in the water, drawing me deeper within. I choose now to surrender, floating in awe, finding harmony in the light and dark, my imperfections weaving into a perfect whole, whispering secrets of acceptance. Gentle waves of peace; contentment has blossomed.

This day is for nothing, and nothing is enough.

The hand of time halts as I gaze down at my reflection on the water's surface. There is beauty there, in forgotten places, amidst the lurking shadows that creep between me and my mirror. Yet today, tranquility reigns, and I find solace in the embrace of my true self. A day to soar, light as a feather, having shed the chains and anchors of worry and disdain. No fret for what is, was, or will be. This day is for nothing, and nothing is enough.