Primal

Where every thundering wave
Takes me back
Ten thousand years

To a time before industry
To a time before capital
To a time before government
To a time before language
To a time before consciousness
To a time before life

I sit there
When all there is
Is wind and water
And salt and rock

I breathe
Until there is no breath
Until there is no me
A time before being
The same as the time after being

The same as the time of my being
When my mind is silent
When my ego dissipates
Into non-being

When the “I” dissipates
Leaving only
Wind and water
Salt and rock