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.