The tides of life keep
coming around and I sit
on the shoreline
with my toes in the water,
eyes shaded from the sun
as I contemplate
something, everything
and nothing,
telling myself to breathe,
Woman, breathe..

Be that good red wine
that Gods dine upon,
be mellow and mature
Beguiling and demure
Acceptably unsure and yet
so able to endure
what is, for what it is.

Be you. The best You.
And remember
to make it it real.
Observe.
No more time
to make believe.
Reflect. Breathe.
Act.
Consciously.

These  tides will do
what tides must,
wash away the old,
bring in the new,
chipping away
until we break through.