There is a time, and there is a place, where our feelings and thoughts converge in a most terrible way. Where all the efforts and triumphs of our being are scattered like sand on the wind.
It is a place not that much unalike the low point of a wave coming crashing down to meet the ocean once more. When it is that time, when we are here...we feel vulnerable, and weak. We feel....alone.
Sacranese knows all about this for where they watch is a high mountain that sees far. It is here they grow most aware of us and that they watch the most closely. They know of all cycles, and all seasons. Of the universal raveling and unraveling, of rebirth and decay.
And there is a truth inside their bands and rings. Were you to listen so softly, you might hear it say this:
From the vast oceans were you born, to rise a single wave, and to return to the whole do you see the source great and you so small. Yet you are no less a part of it, for the wholeness of the ocean is too in you. Find peace for your rise and fall, for it will happen many times as the seasons...as the rise of the sun and moon. --------------------------------------------- Inspired by Billinski's " Drifting " which can be found here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55WHP-zHAPE
