Found

Beyond the death of your tired dream, a
listlessness threatens to engulf you.

Let it.

When the wind won't

blow, better to

rest, than feverishly

row a thousand miles

against the current.

This blasted stillness is your

deepest ally-- In going

nowhere against your will,

A deeper movement

makes way beneath the surface.

And if you're blessed with

slack enough sails, a

useless rudder, and the

darkness of a

new moon, the

Celestial map may point you in

directions beyond the

horizon of your knowing

Perhaps in this morass,

like a breeching of a great whale in a

glowing tide,

it will finally

rush up to you from

Poseidon's caves:

The dream.

The direction.

The destination...

are

all

gone

sunk

down in

inky depths

The tired dream is gone...

Yet

YOU

remain.

Your dreams, however big,

could never contain the

whole

of you. Your

Wholeness,

bursting and beautiful, is the only

Wild Guide, who can be

entrusted with the helm.

And!

Suddenly waking into the

Beauty of all you'd overlooked, you

Apprehend Who's

Apprehended you.

If your sails never fill again, it would

make no

great difference...for

you are here, for

the first time, you

are finally here.