An Ocean Still

An ocean still:

an ocean still, each of us - an extension of the tide, only carried further on the land. Our blood is of the same substance, salt and ions in similar ratio to what the sea holds. We are literally water in travel, an ocean's wave somehow found aware. 

this is our true connection, primordial, that we're each a private ocean, yet still feel ourselves belonging to the larger body, the moon tugs both blood and mood for our response. We recognize each other as tides from the same source.

an ocean still.

there is a familiar metaphor of the ocean and wave, that we are forgetful of our nature, believing ourselves to be a cresting wave, separate and on our own. Of course the wave is never apart from it's truth as ocean, and once collapsed there's the sudden realization of it's home. We are beyond metaphor, we are truly a carried ocean, complete, tides within veins, our wish to merge as common water. We have always been an ocean.

this is it, life, our one sure home - the wave metaphor hints that there is somewhere other, that a cosmic ocean exist as a place beyond right here, now, and that in realization we merge to something greater than we already are. All there is - is ocean. It's a blood, our very essence. We are not confused, we are not a wave caught in self belief. 

we are the ocean, still, and always. 

~

Peace, Eric