The waves Have come to see The dunes, Not you; Their business Is not yours Do not try to Count or Compare them, or Commit any One to memory; Accept that None are alike Station your body In the wet sand, Sentry beside the Improvising stage; Brace, then Breathe in Cadence with the Stampeding wash Brushing past you On the beat, in Rhythm set by a Storm Born somewhere you Will never visit Accept that Their business Is not yours; Accept that None are alike; Accept that You will be moved, Pushed or drawn Until you Receive as the Water Receives you, Your body, Offering your Set stubborn Feet, your Hips, back, Heart and Face, to the Irresistible baptism Of change