I am drawn to this ocean of all-encompassing space
that pounds like ceaseless surf on the shores of my senses.
Insistent. Exhausting. Full of questions.
It has formed me for millennia,
I have to wrench my Self from its undertow.
For I am equally drawn by the intimate, misty highland
that whispers answers with the silence of thought.
Immediate, profound, underlying all,
Dark. Ardent. Glowing with the power of being.
Generous; the source of abundance;
No sooner does it arise before my Mind,
then longing fills my Heart, and my Will is set striving
against the curling tide, the draw of natural inclinations;
Striving to climb ashore and find my Self
on the firm footing of its boundless bedrock.