Floating on a sea of sorrow
The bubble reflects the sun
Imagines itself to be a gem
and sinks into that sorrow.
Floating on a sea of sorrow
the bubble imagines itself to be nothing
and rises into the air,
no longer a bubble
Floating on a sea of sorrow
The bubble breathes and rests and reflects
and soon the sky is alight
Only a bubble, nothing more
but soon to be the air.
soon to be the one true union
Not now, but soon.
dead?
Or alive in the light and air
not constricted by its shell of sorrow
and joy
Full and knowing
Where?
Not here, Not there.
Open your heart.
No place for me.
Let it go. Find it.
