This ocean has no shores.
Waves tumble against themselves;
Secret rhythms.
Endless sea green foam
meets
Endless clouds of puffball blue.
Driftwood climbs and falls, island for the weary traveler.
This ocean has no shores.
Sigh for the swimmer who seeks an end.
Arms fighting the current, struggling against fatigue.
Yearning to be done.
Pushing aside comforting rest on salt-soaked, sweet smelling driftwood,
She slices the through the greeting waves.
Eyes seeking end.
Too bad.
This ocean has no shores.
Stop her long enough to listen.
Let the currents catch her limbs and tangle them in seaweed
long enough to listen
to the singing fishes
and laughing winds.
Long enough to hear the silent breathing and sad songs
each sea cap emits.
Keep her for one moment from seeking out there
what does not exist.
Then set her free
in the land of DeLight, the space of Avatar awakening,
this ocean that has no shores.
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