To ebb and flow,

As if all things do.

Up and down,

Decay and regrowth.

In between peaks and valleys,

There is yet another place.

A place of knowing and unknowing,

A place of deepest contemplation.

We ebb forward…wait.

Flow back…wait.

Cyclical life within the Canvas,

Permission we are granted.

To wait,

And Go.

To ebb and flow,

As if all things do.

Up and down,

Decay and regrowth.

We are,

And we are not.

Out in front,

Bringing up the rear.

We are the ebb and flow,

Permitting as such…Ani Po