Words ebb and flow
on a vast beach of perception,
and beat a realisation.

The wind of change
rattles distant chimes;
sounds hang in air.

One wave frozen
as it breaks upon consciousness
declares the ever present now.

Awareness dives far below
finding meaning
in dark, still, depths.

As oceans churn
defining future quests
of those that surf the waves.

The vastness of the depths
supporting all, unmoving,
unchanged by ebb and flow.

Driftwood lies decaying
on life's beach
and does not know.

David Taylor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ebb-and-flow/