PRELUDE TO CHANGE

Driven upon the waves in a sea lit by distant stars, ordered within their own right by lifetimes spent upon water - In a boat - At times shared with Others - At times owned by Others and - Sometimes even betrayed by Others.
It isn't that we seek definition, for we know by now, that definition is pointless – obscured by that in Front – not Behind.
What more are we, than spirits in the middle of a dark Expanse?
We come from somewhere - For to think anything else would be even more troubling than truth.
We are headed somewhere - For to think otherwise would cheapen the meaning of that which we cannot define.
We plot our course - Sometimes through the most perilous waters - on the Fringe of Knowing that we hear the faintest of whispers carried on the breeze that some times brings rain - even Pain.
The depth of the water that supports us - Scares us. For down in that expanse of unknowing pass the shapes reflected in our Eye.
Fear.
It has a name but not a shape. A purpose but not a destination, and too often we, in our imperfect stumbling, see our fate tied to those shapes that glide beneath Between us.
The vessels of this existence support us - For as long as they do.
And we forget, at times, that our destination is in front of us - not Behind or beneath us.
So as our boats move forward - Driven it seems by that which brings the rain - We look back - Seeing only our wake - Afraid that as the waters close around our stern , all remains are nothing.
And when we feel the rocking of other boats passing we hunker down in the stern - ever Wary, sometimes Weary; as if we forget that in the other boat is another One much like us.
We know - or so Logic and Feeling scream - that the stars shine down so that we can see the other boats - And even - Sometimes the distant shore behind in front of us.
But still - It is the unknowing fate driven by fear that
makes us wonder who we are.
And it is the haunting past - not Always the true Intent of others - that Keep us crouched below the stern when we hear the familiar cry that so oft we made - crouched low - Coming from across the great expanse of night.
Ahh...
But sometimes - Sometimes we stand midst the turbulence, ripping our bonds to feel the rain as it cleanses.
Overcome - We jump in that great supporting water - Feeling the currents move us in ways that defy, yet define, us.
And at the touch of another's Caress - our fear is revealed for what it is – Shapeless.
For we see the truth in the Reflection - and Know the Name we give is all that provides sustenance and substance to the boat, the water, and our fear.
Then - as We climb back - In to one boat or another - We see above how bright the stars Shine through an even deeper night - And realize that our fate lay not in Solitude.
For as stars join to form life, we join to be Life.
Life.
Driven upon the waves in a sea lit by distant stars - Prelude to that which we become every next moment - For as long as moments come.