The Wave

As I sat on the rocks..
And watched the waves
I was struck by the raw power
The resilience

The Celebration

The Journey.

The joy with which the Wave ..Rushed

To the edge

With a Symphony

With a War Cry

To End

To Break

To Begin

To Merge

With the Ocean

As I watched..

The Wave…

I notice something else

Just at the point where the wave starts to turn

On it journey towards the end

At the curl

It  turns a transparent Blue white

At the Center..

At the Heart

The Eye.. of the wave.

The spot where,

The “light” reflects

The soft bright center

Momentarily

It becomes the light.

And then

It rolls

And loses itself

Not sad

Not apologetic.

Grand…Head held high.

The churn..is all White.

My eyes

Trail at the dark grey waters behind

Pregnant ..Deep

Full of stories

The many lives this wave lived.

Silent teacher.

This wave.

Touched Deeply by..

The Unapologetic purity of its Being

The Effortless dropping of its identity

The Humble willingness to merge.

Sigh.

A Lesson in graceful dying.

Rhea.