Change, change, always that swept along feeling of change
—especially here, this place The Cruz, a vortex in a swirrrrl—
Day & night
the surf is sweet sound to our ears,
you get so used to it,
you don’t realize
such subtle & perpetual power,
so near,
is the
universal solvent of
& we are immersed in it,
swimming
in it,
like the Moon,
some fixity of ours/stability/conditioning/assumption/belief
always dissolving,
we are always
changing,
changing,
no end to
—Better find your Self/your center