Chi-soul slowly shapes my custom-developing surfboard,

a Transformer to sustainably ride this peculiar body

across time’s perpetually cresting potent waves;

Up, up on rising racing funnel

to fall a misty tear

back into a sea of glee;

Embracing my board

slowly sleeking back out to roots of Time’s Tree

succulently grasping back,

invites the two of us to act as one

riding up again

transforming lotus flowered knots

cross-pollinating seeds of future waves

we belong to surge again.