A wave on the ocean of reality
Appearing separate from other waves
As you move through the fabric
Each moment you rise and fall
Total transformation all but the energy you really are
Propelling through the water
Propelled by the swell, the wind, not self
Crashing on the shore
Transmuted into sound and light
Sound hits the drum of an ear
Ear stimulates a mind sending it into being
Turned into thought and impulse
A dream inside a dream
Ocean and dreamer are one
Dream is a projection of the dreamer
The dreamed is an illusion to all but self
Does a wave die on the shore?
Where do new waves come from?
Seek a beginning and an end
Shall not be found
Matter doesn’t matter
It’s energy that moves all
From ocean to air
Light to sound
Never created, or destroyed
A continuous function of now
What if the dream wakes up
Just as the cap is white and begins to curl
It’s changing, and bending
If the wave realizes it’s the energy
When it thought it was the water
Freedom may be found
The shore isn’t the end
Change isn’t destruction
The wave was just a form
Realized from pure energy
Which cannot be destroyed
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