Riding The Waves

I’m riding the waves on the ocean of being;
but, there isn’t any water involved;
much like if I were to be downhill skiing;
and, to snow, that water resolved.

These are waves that energy has brought;
and I’m riding them on my mind;
seeking a reality that consciousness wrought;
tho the waves aren’t clearly defined.

These waves are part of the river of life;
cascading down to my destiny;
cold winds of time, cut thru like a knfe;
the snow in my face; unable to see.

My life’s playing out on a stage of Light;
seemingly, out of control.
What seems to be day; turned into night;
these waves are shaping my soul.

I’m facing life’s trials, called adversity;
teaching my spirit to grow;
skiing down the waves of my destiny;
eternity; where I’m destined to go.

The waves constantly address my agility;
for challenging conflicts and sadness;
but, they require much more than ability;
for these constant waves lead to madness.

I was relieved when this wave was dead;
exhausted from my downhill skating;
the Master stood by, smiling and said:
“Your next wave is ready and waiting.”