An Island

An island in the midst of a limitless ocean,
is that which my soul seems to be;
separated from land by simple erosion;
while maintaining connection with me.

I’m not really land at all;
but I come from the very same dust.
For all material, both large and small,
is energy, in this realm, thrust.

Winds and waves buffet the shore,
serving to test my mettle;
just as it seems I can stand no more,
the storms in my life seem to settle.

But, what have they done to that which is me?
I’m shaken to my core foundation.
Looking around me, I clearly see;
my island faces inundation.

All storms are metaphors: they’re energies;
to bring about change in our soul;
for matter and thoughts form synergies;
to do so, we must live our role.

No island is destined, forever to last;
and the same can be said for me;
As the island becomes a part of the past,
we become who we’re meant to be.

We must live, caring for all others;
it’s that, which is life’s role.
We are more than sisters and brothers;
all, part of the Master’s soul.