We stand on the shore and imagine paradise
As far as the vast expanse of what we see
Waves gently beacon us, inviting us to partake
Of gentle movements of the sea, earth, and moon
So natural the motion; the workings of earth
And still a minor reflection of the cosmos
We walk and caress grains of sand
Clenching toes to hold onto beloved sensations
Until we step into the brink of the margins of shorelines
Where we had caressed sand, the waves now embrace us
Swirling bits of sand around us trivial to us it seems
Yet to the Oceans we are like the sand, aimless and trivial
We swim and drift in the ocean we float without self-impeding
Made mostly of water and salt ourselves
Separated only by skin deep boundaries
And perhaps that is why Oceans comfort us
Barriers are forgotten and we lose ourselves
We are brought back from thence we came
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem