Intimate Life

On the shores of upheavals ,
I lie astounded bewildered,
I tried to sink into the phantasmagoria,
I found myself, trapped,
I tried to isolate from it,
I still found trapped,
helpless like a baby,
struggling to walk,
I lied down disappointed,
My idea of completeness, felt incomplete,
when I experimented on various facets,
It felt like being crushed and lifted endlessly,
in cycles unending,
and the very things which felt so important moments ago,
felt like crumbling, fleeing away,
what the hell is this?

But then from the shore,
A large wave rose,
sweeping me with it,
in the depths untold,

For time stood standstill then,
Mother of the sea, puts me to sleep,
and then throws me back to the shore again,

In those moments, I realized,
the completeness,
I deciphered the code,
As I saw the nature of ocean bewildered,

O my dear friend,
how long you took to understand?
Like an ocean I stand,
I am not just deep, endless, void as you saw inside me,
I am not just surface what you see outside me,
I am both, rooted in ocean, I sprout waves,shelter it, and end it away,
but yet, inside, I lay, unborn,undead, still, formless

If you can someday be like me,
 work common sensically outside,
yet uncolored from inside,
you will know me,
how I operate in limitations which is second word to everything that exists,
 yet I am untouched by it, being touched by "that which is not" anything else,
without forms of any kind, uncatagorizable in all ways,
how I am unborn, and yet live and die,
how I am impersonal and yet personal,
how I am boundless and yet bounded,
how I am perfect and yet imperfect,
how I am creator and yet creation