As mind
As a being who thinks
I believed thought
Was the centre
Of my being
Until I began
To sense
The presence of existence itself
To hear
The pulse of its heart
In crashing waves
To see
The trace of its breath
In rustling leaves
To feel
The rumbling belly of its hunger
In the cries of the lost
To smell
The cycle of birth, death and rebirth
In autumn’s rotting leaves
To taste
The perfect clarity of its insight
In the water running cold and slow in mountain streams
The insight
Came slowly
And continues to come
But I understand
That my being is in everything
And everything is in me
I am bound
Only by the thoughts
I once thought were me
Near Santa Cruz
California, United States of America
Taken during travels, 2009
Of course, it’s a photo challenge… but what changes more than the ocean’s ever-changing shoreline? And what changes it, but the pulse of waves crashing upon the shore?
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