When the Tide Empties

When the Tide Empties

The turning sea knows: to release is to love more deeply.

There are seasons when the sea itself seems to pause — when the waves that once carried us begin to draw back, leaving the shoreline bare and shining. It is in that quiet, when everything familiar has slipped beyond reach, that the soul begins to remember its own rhythm — the slow, sacred turning that makes space for what is next to be born.

When the Tide Empties

by Lorriiii Dragon Dream

There comes a moment
when even the sea grows quiet --
when every wave that once called your name
leans back into the deep
and leaves you standing barefoot
in the hush of your own becoming.

You think it is loneliness.
But listen closer --
it is the sound of space being made
for something new to root.

The ones who drifted from your shore
were never meant to be your harbor forever.
They were tides, teaching you
the rhythm of arrival and release.

Let the old boats go.
Let the water reclaim their shapes.
The ache you feel
is the salt of transformation --
the sacred residue of love
doing its slow alchemy within you.

You are not friendless.
You are ripening.
The earth still knows your name,
the wind still carries it softly,
and somewhere beyond the horizon,
new voices are already stirring,
drawn toward your light.

So rest.
Place a hand over your heart.
Whisper to the sea within you:
“I am anchored in love,
even when alone.”

And listen --
the tide will answer.

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