shark bated.

Swimming in the depths, the shallow shore behind, standing on a rock the elementary divide. A woman hiding beneath, the blood not from the rock, did tell a tale of the shark, that would consume becoming her. Now the sea was god, the shores were shallow and mankind that caused all the fear. Not the vast seas I used to fear, she was going to eat the fish swimming in the sea but the fear that crippled, that stopped the child that day, was the vastness of the ocean and the light that filled her day.

The sea was the fear between her and that rock, not because she was afraid of the shark really she was more afraid of the god that was there, being but a child, he made her afraid of the sea, for he knew one day, that she would sail free. Now remember she did not, until the vastness of mind was unlocked.

All she had forgotten, was really subconsciously stored, upon the sands of time, it couldn't be ignored. In shallow waters with mum behind, pushing her out to sea, not paddling behind to support in stand but trying to gain a hold of her prey. Now the boat could not be seen but in it was a boy, two years younger between haunt and life, one day he would come to sail her sea, the depths of her in heart and soul, hidden within he.

Dark clouds hung over, everyday the woman preyed. until the rain began to pour from deep within the sea, the grains of sand (the hour glass nigh) only showed that soul, when she walk across the divide. Beneath the soul the sand of grains; human thoughts, cast out to the depths. The fishes, the souls of great loves we know. part selves imprinted upon each of us. Between the sand unseen and the sea above the depths, the ocean the vastness, of the way god views ourselves.

The story of well the reality unseen, a truth kept secret by the waves that are seen, the depths of a moment, revealed from within, the light of that day, the breath elementary within; as the depths, not seeing the shark directly preying on the fish, the meat a women planned her to be, would bite back, circling round to see, as if it already ate. Diving back into the depths, it find herself swimming through the dark, not knowing what was lurking, was really a weary fish, breathing depth of waters the vastness that art.

Swimming those seas, a fear of man came to be, cured by a hero, that revealed her to be: a predatorial shark, swimming care free, lurking in the deep, thinking not of anyone else, the meal that was next was a fish breathing air, that very piece of meat, would see further as the fish, than anything shark could dream to see.

Forming within her mind, a notion to eat with fear, the shark became the bitter fish, that really couldn't see. From behind lurking with no breath of life, creeping up like times of grief; her lurking wait for the divide. That between a nurturing nature and the preying in the sea. she circled round again and again, until the depths of that shark say "Is your mum dead?" As questionable, as the shark, a worry for her health, but no really just a shark waiting to consume the sea.

There was no way of knowing the plot, within that older woman. Until the rock upon the deep, like the fishes swimming the sea, would stir the depths that would come to be to see the truth, of herself and she. The shark about to consume, was herself meeting herself.

The mother that had passed away, eaten by god the great big sea. Rocked the boat from that day forth, and the sea for twenty five years. Everything but stillness and peace was felt, circling the shark the other shark would bite, consumed still beyond this life.

which one was which, the fish couldn't tell, for the depths of the ocean, would reap the depths of sea, elementary to get clear the right side of the sea. The day the boat began to sail, the waves would storm and the winds would howl, all would reveal the calm and the still, after the mother shark tell of that truth, the madness a frenzy, was the shark, attacking you.

The truth was revealed as a hero came to pass, sailing the sea at long last, he came to calm and still all within, to reveal the truth of those sharks circling. Seeing red of blood, the meat thrown into the sea, was but a ferocious mini shark longing to be free. A disbelief verses vicious mouth, that would only rest when the truth was out. Eating sharks never really seen is but a fantasy that others don't see.

Once the fish swam up from its depths to find her smaller self, consumed by metamorphosis, unto the sea, the fish was that bate, She swam her own depths, finding no divide, between the shark and the meg, for inside the fish when it grow; fish or cut bate, the story would go. All the while the vastness of that breath, keeping watch like a life guard of the beach.

All the sharks did try to flee, a meg but the ocean, rarely seen. The hour glass of sand, poured unto the sea, but a speck returned to depths, the home within her, sailing free. In the breeze all that water waving see, the winds to sail had become a moment of sailing free. clear and still the vastness became as the truth unfolded inside the fish brain.

All those sharks couldn't be, without the meg. The deepest side of the ocean bed, humanity sailing like all the rest. From the depths, not unto the shore but to find that still so much more, the boat that was sailing across that sea had turned right back to rescue me.

The calm of the depths, the waves of the sea, all together were the rock of he/she. What came to be, not the meat and not the shark but the still of the deep and the clear of the day, the calm of the breeze the time had come to grow and see, in peace and rest, I return to me.

The shores between the sand and the sea, the peace that became between time and he/she. No longer the meg from the deep with the shark, no longer fleeing like a fish from the shark. The meat was eaten by the waves of another, to become the meg from the depths of its father. The shark thought to herself, I'm a rock in the sea, but that within the blue of vastness became he/she, she couldn't tell, over the grains of sand, the land that was free had one meg everything within, the story was really but a treacherous thing.

Drawing blood of fierce passion like the prey in the sea, all surrounding day was the light of night somewhere else, the light of day is dark of night lit by that above. we stand upon that rock not above not below but real as the next be it fish shark or rock. what's between the rock and self is but the moulded souls of self, as we stand on the rock not on the sea bed, our souls can be seen for a moment in a breath but when we sit to think, the rest of he/she is clear, the ocean before us, vast like he/she, one person with two souls at the feet, do represent that moral principle, all women and men should always be equal.

When the blood upon the sea, to be part of he/she, the depths of the meg became from he, he swam up to devour, that shark bigger than that fish, but the fish swam free from the waves but a grain, made by sharks and the fish, the sands of time. Beneath us, of the hour; that consumed prey is always but ourselves to remain weary in still.

You never know when the shark will bite, the grains won't save you, that shark can always bite, so walk upright through time and swim carefully through the sea, for in the sea is the souls that destroy, sometimes unseen a moment between man and time, time and God, man can survive this life much more, if it sail through the seas not stand on that rock.

Firm in your beliefs, never trust the sea cause there might be a shark, waiting to circle thee. Sharks might be meat to man, but man can be meat to sharks. So become the meg with self or be the rock when the sea is not still. keep your senses, remain weary like a guard. What you might meet is maybe just the deep. The still between man and god, a way and breath of life, can bring about your freedom with the truth; there is always life, when you get nipped by the sharks swim back out to the depths, for you might find liberation in the vastness of your own depths.

sorry if it doesn't make sense have aphasia; if you like this story, feel welcome to be charitable xx