What the Ocean Has Taught Me

As waves come crashing against the surf,
So are they sucked into the sea
Even as they consistently clash unto sand
So in the hissing back of foam into water
everything that comes will go
Just as everything that leaves must return

Motion of the universe is cyclical, coming and going,
Waves folding back then followed by another
Nothing can truly be lost or destroyed
Each high tide is followed by a low
And if waves can rhythmically fan through liquid
They will also race thundering to swallow civilizations.

Every frosted peak is a build up that rises
To soar and crash
In repetitive little demises
Only to be pulled back and reborn-behold:

Even as memories are made in the living moment
So must they pass on
That they might come upon you once more
As droplets of souls swim across your currents
Water also mingles and then merges away
And as everything that must come into this earth
So must it depart into bliss to be born again.

This is what the ocean has taught me.

By: Eman Hassan.