Chasing a breaking wave
By the time you catch it
It crashes and is destroyed
And then the next one. Something
Beautiful, impossible to catch
Or achieve. Stop or pause
like finding peace
When you notice, try to catch it,
It breaks. So you wait.
The next time you might
Be able to watch it, enjoy, stop
Trying to hold on to it something
As fleeting as a breaking wave.
Impossible to capture beautiful
And overpowering, dangerous when
Angry, and beautiful while at peace
Like a holy person. One that has, as
Jung would say, integrated their
Shadow. Without the shadow there
Can not be substance. The human psyche
An ocean. On a bright day, beautiful,
But in a storm, when angry,
Something truly to be feared,
Something like me.