An Ocean A Mountain

An ocean of grief

For All beings.

Too deep to reach the bottom.

A mountain of sorrow.

Too tall to climb atop.

Each day an exhausting journey.

Maybe I should stop seeking a destination?

An endpoint.

And instead,

Live.

Swim.

Walk.

Wade.

Meander.

Without hope or anticipation

of touching bottom, or reaching top.

Without seeking beginning nor end.

Without passing through

in the hopes of getting to the other side.

Maybe it’s never over.

But the joy is deep and infinite too.

And the ocean is also it.

And the rocks as well.

And so I climb.

Dive.

Sit.

Float.

Without Reservation.

Amen.