As I see the sun glimmer on the water, my mind wanders back to the formless like a drop of rain from the starry black sky merging into the vast infinite ocean, then I am here again in the inescapable prison of love’s beauty. Although I laugh, I spent my sleepless poignant days drunk with sorrow. Like the crashing waves along jagged rocks or a furious ocean in grey storms, for how is it I can swim? For each silent moment, I question the beauty of it all, I question the sorrow of it all, I watch the ocean. I Am.