Requiem II
To say what becomes: this word
bends in the wind of our
breath. Is this too simple to
say? Our bodies gather yet retain
nothing. Numbers, phrases, the way
the ocean rolls. Once I saw
a whale at dusk. Or rather I saw its
tail part the water and disappear
into darkness, an answer too complex
and sweet for tongues to comprehend.
But waves seldom explain. Imagine
something nearby but beyond reach.
Think of clouds and shrines, consider light.
“Bittersweet” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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O at the Edges 
Indeed waves seldom explain themselves – often don’t even SHOW themselves, washing over us, transforming us unacknowledged, unchallenged, unappreciated. Some I’d choose to avoid (if given such an option along with advance notice) but I would never embrace stagnating in zero waves. Great recording!
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I do feel on occasion that I’m caught in a wave, and I just let it wash over me. Sometimes I struggle against it, but mostly I just embrace the surge, let it carry me away.
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