the tide and the waves

watch, the tide is coming in.
the waves beat against the rocks, fierce, white-capped.
and the rocks do not protest...
they make no sound, they stand silent and unmoving.

to feel the waves of pain wash over you,
you begin to flinch, you try to move away..
and still you feel the same, cutting sorrow.
there is no escape, pain is the mark of
human identity.
until you see the rocks,
you understand that there is an answer.
so you allow the waves to wash, you do not move away,
you are honest with yourself.
even to the hole inside you
that cries out to be filled.

the waves chip away at the rocks.
the tide brings them close,
and the rocks are changed into new shapes and forms.

pain chips away at pride, and the detritus of the ages,
built up, accumulated and never cast aside,
is now thrown away,
and pain brings out the hidden light of the self.