The Sea

The sea has swallowed me.

I knew it would happen, one day:
Being Meredith, of the sea, from the sea;
Being Mer, just the sea, returning to my home,
Returning to me.

But I thought it would happen with the sea:
While sailing,
While swimming,
While surfing.

Yet, I see a world of shimmering currents
Flowing with insta-moments,
Captured in my memory.

I forget that I can breathe under water,
That I can flow with water,
That I am water…

Or mostly thereof.

The sea has swallowed me,
And it is hard to breathe.

Breathe,
Breathe…

Inhale your substance,
Be free in yourself,
Sail in your existence,
Swim,
Be alive.

It is not a bubble that permits my life,
But waves and waves of my essence.

I am free;
I am merely mistaken:
I have thought myself to be

Not myself,
Not of myself,

But a foreign entity.

Yet, I am free.

Still, I am me.

Photo ©2014 MLM

 

To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
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~Except:  don’t forget that happy is normal, too~