the ocean of life

We are together, every living thing, a great ocean that sways and dreams beneath the skin. How strange that a man should think himself separate from others when all that we eat, and all that we drink, is made up from the waters of all that has ever been.

Through our briny existence we see falling light, and the float of shadow, and we wonder what lies above our ocean. Something must ... a sun, a moon tugging on our consciousness ... or else there would be only darkness.

We will know when we surface. Revelation is just beyond the membrane of life.

And then ... or maybe now, if we are gentle and wise with ourselves ... we will understand how we have infact always, at the heart of ourselves, been light in dark waters. We have always been a promise, growing towards the moment of birth.