When we look beyond ourselves,
towards the emptiness
that stretches like a black and hollow sea,
what does it portend
for the future of you and me;

If we move from the space known as me,
would we no longer be;

What foundation do we stand on;
is it something more than what comprises
the me;

Are we as a boat upon the sea,
tossed and pushed at the mercy of the sea,
or are we a part of wave energy;

If we were to fall from the ocean surface,
to the deepest fathom of the sea,
we are still in and of the sea;

Life does not neglect or abandon its children;

But the children in their playing,
make up games that are just fantasy;

And from such beginnings,
sprout the horns of dilemmas,
where sight with the real is lost,
and the made up becomes reality;

But new waves and a different shoreline appear ,
and life again reveals its beauty,
and the opportunity to be on a firm foundation
presents itself anew.