I am not invincible.
Pema Chodron's words resonate within me...
"To live is to be willing to die over and over again."
Beautiful ocean, hello.
Pull me into your beauty.
Remind me of my youth
and capture me.
Sweep me into your vastness.
Terrify me,
I want you to.
And fill me with awe.
Humble me.
I respect you for the mere fact
that you are, that
I do not understand you,
that I will never be able
to grasp
your existence,
or
your power.
Thud-ump, thud-ump, thud-ump.
What ARE you, ocean?
You happen to me over
and over.
Now, I am inland,
and you happen.
Incomprehensible God, hello.
I cannot pull my desires
away from you.
You remind me of my youth
and capture me.
What ARE you, God?
Are you even
there?
My heart and my mind
persist,
but I know not why.
Terrify me, God.
Turn on me
so that I might feel
your absence
and
crave you more.
I think it is You,
happening,
to me.
The ocean does,
but do You too?
T
