Have you ever waded with your thoughts? Vaguely remembering where they started and unsure where they will end? I know I have. The waters with their sirens and whipped seafoam are uncharted, rendering a certain uncertainty.
Why are we still here? Where are we going?
Is there another way? Will we reach the shore? What will calm the sea?
Driftwood, jellyfish, sharks, tangling seaweed, and an island of peace.
The current sands shift, moving unevenly, blistering hot underfoot yet the soul beckons beyond to blend a slow steady wave carrying us onward.
A rare truth is given when we look at mystery square in the eye and let it unravel as it will, trusting that grace once obtained won't be lost.
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