The Winds of Change

I don't know if you fellow earth travelers are feeling it, but great change feels to be afoot. It is a kin to a great wind that is ripping out all the anchors of the known constructs of my identity. Here is the log from my cognitive mind

Captains log 3-30-10: 900 hours

The wind of change is upon us. It has ripped the last boat from it's harbor, the anchors are all coming up. The hold fleet is at the affect of this great wind, it comes from the west, terror echos from the crew, terror through the night... there is nothing to be seen in the depth of the darkness, only to feel what is being ripped away as we watch the harbor lights receedng into the distance. Wind is here that will not be denied. We have no power against it. It exerts it's force upon us carrying us into unknown harbors. It is clear that we cannot fight this force that is taking us now. We know we are going, but we know not where, into the night, towards a new light. The boy and the girl are becoming teenagers falling in love, magnificent and glorious innocence of first love in the valley of delight. but the enchanted kingdom and their union is the death of the entire framework of this mental mechanism of defenses and tyranny. As they love a sun rises that is the death of my harbor of separation and control. As their love overtakes more and more of the scene, a great valley of beauty and wonder rises up into being and the ending of my world, makes this rising possible. Ah, perhaps surrender is not so bad after all.