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?
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.