Held by the earth,
light scampering in ripples
on a conveyer wave line;
little traveling hills
across the surface.
To be water,
life abundant inside me;
weeds writhing
wriggling against my insides
tentacles tickling.
Making no decisions,
I ebb and flow with the wind.
My skin of currents and tides
serendipitously devouring the elements,
animals thriving
on the liquids of my pores.
Giving endlessly without loss,
I am never alone.
I grow in storms
expanding gently into the earth.
I feel nothing,
am ferocious without intent
nimbly, helplessly
crushing, conquering
a slave to the seasons.
Yet I am your existence.
Giving continuously
unconsciously.
I am your life and your death.
I fill you, embody you.
I ask for nothing
need nothing
want nothing.
When you die
you will return to me.
I want to feel this surrender, this peace.
