White Waves

by Samadhi Yaisha


A pause, an egg, a pink bud.

I breathe.

Doesn’t breath exist between two pauses?

Can I choose waiting in the Now for the nectar of Eternity?

That would be my choice.

Can I Be with not expecting, just staying still?

I become wide while waiting.

A gap expands my chest and thoughts of you pour in.

My mind breaches an ocean of feelings for you.

I learn to surf on the White Waves of the Unknown,

Where I find Freedom.

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