The harbor fills without effort. Without agenda. Without questioning itself. It holds what comes.
Then it recedes. Not fully — something always remains. A stillness at the bottom. A pool that never quite empties.
Twice a day. Every day.
The moon pulls. When it’s near, the tide rises higher. So do we.
The heart, at its best, works like that. Moved by gravity. Holding what comes. Rising and falling, neither state permanent, neither state wrong. And underneath it all, something still that the tide never takes.
— Pete
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