Ocean and Waves

 I closely observe your birth from the depths,
Cresting towards the Sun
And sinking towards your depth;
Roaring and whispering,
Glimmering gold at dawn
Shimmering silver by the dusk;
Ephemeral rushing to the shore 
Impulsive urge to withdraw;
All the while feeding in your depths
And garbaging at your surface.

I reflect on my:
Birth from the dark depths;
Indecisive alternating between mind and brain;
Constant oscillation between greed and gratefulness;
Perpetual motions of giving and receiving;
Baring it all, flooding with expressions,
But gated by the dams of ego;
All amidst a reflexive:
Inhaling of air,
Exhaling of dust and particles

Its an epiphany:
The apparently audible duality of life
In all forms,
In all of nature,
In all of universe.
“I” do exist- but only as a scratch on the surface.