Into the wind, souls naturally go...... ."A ship is always safe at the shore, but that is not what it is built for." ~~~~ Albert Einstein

into the wind- wing on wing the ship believed in forward motion--- however slowly the vessel kept its snail salutation, pure integrity sail-- for finality needs nothing... but the moment, fusing with flood gates open... emotion in bubbled sea, carrying the source-- that claims the meaning to be... one's self both during, and after the storm-- that only slows the essence- never obliterating an inner circumnavigation-- back to the free fellowship of all vessels meeting... beyond the shore of safety-- beyond, beyond, beyond: to the eureka homeland... living in levity anywhere within the constant churning-- souls burning clearly, in a watery sea