The sea moving between shores makes sense.
The sea , which transforms itself from a quiet glass of rippling reflections
into a rocketing mountain of foam
And fury, wild with watering eyes.
And I have been taught from every side
Life is a sea carrying me between two shores.
(Humans seem to like parentheses)
Beginnings and endings are tidy,
Tell us Where we have been and where we’re headed.
But just maybe, life has no parentheses.
Maybe Life is one infinite line with a few points that leap and dance.
Maybe an infinite circle, a place of silent
Knowing and bliss and love.
And we all–squid and algae, salmon, starfish and rubber boots–
Flail about frantically, suspended in darkness.
As we frolic and fight and spawn
like fish in the sea,
The sea of silent knowing, bliss and love.
Because we are the ever-shifting sea foam
Floating in the vast blue eternity of God.