I T R U S T M Y C A P A C I T Y T O R I D E T H E W A V E W I T H O U T D R O W N I N G M Y S E L F .
I understand the flux,
I can dance with the change.
In order to unravel what I fabricate,
i need something bigger, larger than myself.
Although, deep inside I know, I am already the ocean itself.
That's why I take refuge in the sound of my primordial shell.
I a flexible and malleable, like a new-born cell.
I am unafraid.
Because the wave that I am riding
is part of the ocean to which I'll return.
Come join wave-brothers this glorious aqueous fest!
Knowledge and experience are marrying each other.
i observe unruffled, like a huge storm's eye:
all waves seem like a dream, I laugh undisguised.
From the crest of the wave i can meditate
I am spashed by emotions, but peace undisturbed:
I know drops are fleeting, empty of themselves.
Who is riding existence? I can't find myself!
I laugh aloof and straight like a wise old jester,
joyfully unattached to his own play.
I want to learn to die meanwhile I'm alive,
and come all back to the ocean, all waves by my side.
Fear only bursts when I concibe myself as isolated wave
but then I wet my lips and I taste the savor
of the one white salt That makes us All the same.
I trust my capacity to ride the waves, without boosting in show:
The natural strength of water resides in its constant flow.
Water, rhythm, border, curves...
D I S S O L U T I O N O F T H E W A V E,
D I S S O L U T I O N O F T H E V E R S E,
D I S S O L U T I O N O F M Y O W N .