Living forever is the dream of ego, probing the shoreline for an existence that can never satisfy.
Maat
Yeah, here on the shoreline the script never changes, only the players do.
And there’s nothing right or wrong with a breaking wave, but at least we can admit, even if its for a second or two, that we’re sitting in an oceanic theater of our own making, put together by all the versions of the greater, Absolute-self.
All along the coast, is it not my choice to have made my nest here?
Within the sudsy reflective bubbles, how many more joyful expressions will be written across the faces of children for eternity?
We can return to the ‘sea’, become whole and wash onto unlimited shores. As we break and bubble, our currents once again chase the feet of birds that dance at the edge of our rushing waters.