You are the reader

And the writer

You are the listener

And the interpreter

You are the audience

And the director

You are the here and now

And what comes after

You are the needer

And the haver

The guardian

And the dependent

You are the visionary

And what you envision

You are the air

And the breather

You are the water

And the drinker

You are the lover

And their lover

You are the stones that you turn over

And you are what's underneath it

That is every rock that lies before us

On the beach

Of our home

May you accept the truth

Of everybody's journey

And of your own

May you accept the lies

And illusions

And their powers

That you've outgrown

May you honour 

The acceptance

That you extend to those 

Whom you know

you must

And let go of all the rest

That doesn't serve your dignity

Personality

And your body

Awash with the beach

Amongst the others

With the ocean's humble echoes

That each can broaden

Waiting to be picked up

And looked at

As if its face were our own

Knowing that

Anything else we see

Is from a rock

That knew to grow