Sunday, July 8, 2018

Moving Water

To hide in the ʻehu of someone else’s love 
Overflowing over me
I wonder: Is it the same
As hiding from the salt I have inside of me
as refusing to feel my own 
burning sea

A question to ask yourself every morning: 
Given the chance
What kind of kai would you be?
Would you be the open 
The ripping tide?
The dark and deep blue 
so blue it has its own name?
Would you be the calm,
The quiet, 
The daring rough,

Would you be always moving moving moving 
Chasing the horizon
Or would you 
Stay here
Stick to the walls of this cliff called fear 

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