Thumping heart of the world,
gurgles and sploshes, urging
to pursue a fit life
for eternal paradise.
The wind rages in unified
choir with stoic rocks
in agreement as the whole
of nature seems to scream
"Go to your desires."

Nauseated, I ran
hundreds of miles away
on reflectionless, black rocks
invisible in darkness
pummeled by wind and wave
full of profound realizations
commonly known but deafening
to those lost in paradise.