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.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 10:07 AM UTC
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
