The Changing Tides For a long time, I pondered the message of the changing tides: the ebb and flow of the sea. I asked, the blows that life had dealt: part of some karmic pay back? Something to gain knowledge by sharing struggles? Jolts to awaken the sleeper? I felt change taking place, I saw an old world teeming with new thoughts, ideas springing countless from the cosmos! Yet many were those who could not accept ‘The Gift,’ fearful of change, slaves unaware, trapped in their confined spaces. Silently I would think thoughts to awaken the sleepers but when it came to writing, the words I drew made no sense! Who would ever listen or try to grasp the message calling out to them from my heart? Then I met the man without a face, whom many considered strange, and I saw what most could not see: one who did not think like a human, whose innocence of earthly values caused him to take my mis-turned words and make them speak as I could not, and make them dance as I had dreamed they would someday!