Me I am A drop in the ocean. So the ocean is me. Me I am The curl of a wave And so the ocean is me. Me I am The whitecap squall, The bluest deep, The clear lagoon, The calm of the sea. I feel the ocean in me. Where is the me That used to be, That never was true, Never was free, Alone and separate, Now able to see? I am it all, All is in me. I play in this water Every day, Every moment, Every which way. Nothing I miss, Nothing I lose, Nothing I long for, All I can choose. This is my answer: Give up my mind, Touch every moment Here without time.
ashram reflections of a beach in Sri Lanka (later hit by the great tsunami) February 8, 2004 Coimbatore, India