I wonder where the waves go
After they meet the shore.
Do they surrender their form—
lose their meandering song,
and become forever gone?
I want to go with them,
to the beginning of their birth.
Perhaps there I will find myself
and how to be reborn—
to the shore that holds my home,
that carries my dreams
and weathers the path
of my fleeting om.
It was the seagull which drew me there
And I wonder...