A letter to the Pacific

Dear Pacific,

Day after day you became my refuge.

Always there, blue, gray, calm, furious you are there.

And I feel you in my blood, flowing in my vein.

You are in me. I am made of you. I am you.

You invited me, you called me and I surrendered.

This is a self abandon.

I melt in you. You are me.

Going away from your flow, I am scared.

Can I do that?

Can I live a day, a week, without your smell, your taste, your strength, your voice?

Take me, swallow me. I am yours.

Om Shanti.