Waves

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