On good days I'm on the beach,dancing on the lap of love --
that speckled shore
where separation and oneness overlap --
I dip my toes and feel the cool unity
seep into my hot parched bones;
sense your embrace,
and feel you waiting
for me to fall into your arms...
And then there are those other days
when I cannot smell or see the ocean;
when I've forgotten it even exists
and, longing for a taste of oblivion,
bury my head in the vast desert of sand.
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