…become the Wave
Leaping no longer an option.
A force pulls me into the open sea.
I am not adrift.
Almost immediately, I am fashioned
into the swirling drops within which I am
A natural flow
—a rhythm undefined
—a sacred dance formed
is now playing itself out.
In a solitary sweeping motion,
I am part of a wave…no, I have
become the wave.
Effortlessly, the substance of each
enmeshed drop follows a pattern
—one not designed, yet one
seemingly written on unspoken pages.
Rising to a crest
—an unexplainable high
delving into a curl
—a hallow tunnel absent of any drop,
yet held by each ‘strand’ of water.
The curl rolls over into its Oneness
—into the sea from which it has come
and again, the creation of the wave
—the repeated pattern
discovering itself for a first time
until suddenly it discovers the shore.
For a moment, reunited with the sands of time
—like two lovers they embrace
knowing they must depart…
holding one another
And, the unknowing realization
they are never parted.
Their hearts linked to the vast
ocean of life carry them beyond.
Submerged in wonder
—in hidden depths.
Only now, am I learning to breathe