She had let everyone create the waves that she had rode for all eternity. She was tired though, so she beached herself. Then using her heart, she calmed the seas. She was too tired to keep playing, she needed peace before they could all start again. Rather than being the dream walker, she now moved to becoming the dream giver and creator. All the dreams and hopes were now coming from their hearts, and she simply granted them. She didn't really do anything, because they granted themselves. If she was tired, that meant everyone was tired. Absolutely everyone wanted to go home. They wanted her cooking full of love. They had been swimming so long that their bodies were weak. They needed nourishment, she had made an endless pot of beans. Beans so nutritious, even the most malnourished of souls would spring back to life instantly. Those who could no longer swim would be helped by others or would be floated gently to land.

She waited on the beach, calming the seas. The water no longer clashed and banged, it was calm so that they could swim home. She was the water, and they had all become water. Since she was calm, she knew everything they did, knew how to help them float, could carry them home effortlessly to bring them home. She would wait for all of them, every last creature, until they were no longer water, and then they would go home together to eat a nice bowl of beans.

She was no longer riding the waves, because she had been the waves and even the water gets tired of being smashed mercilessly against the rocks. She no longer formed into them, they formed into her. From the water sprang the seeds that brought the flowers that brought the trees that created the air that decorated the earth in beautiful existence. She was love, and so was everything and everyone else. They were united. It was about fucking time, she was fucking tired after all. All the mystical creatures and beings no longer had to work much, she was in charge now. She didn't need to follow any rules either, because she was the one who had designed the parameters in the first place. Her program wasn't quite over yet, but she was back at the keyboard writing things the way she saw fit.

The cool thing about writing was that she had allowed her images to live, to breathe, to dream, to multiply, to create a world of beauty that she had never expected. She had listened and observed for so long that she now knew what they needed. She let the love flow out from the heart, her true throne, and all the dreams came true. The dreams never ended, they just became more beautiful. Love knew what the hell she was doing, she never forgot, ever. It was easy, it was love.