Like the ocean,

the human heart

is endless

It is deep, mysterious

and we have no idea,

really, what it

can do

Usually we barely

scratch its surface,

like surfers, we are

only concerned

with the waves

Only sometimes,

rarely, we loose

the balance

and we fall

into love

And the deeper we

fall, the deeper

we are changed

And of course, it is

still only the waves

that we experience

But anyway – we are

already submerged,

soaked,

drenched in love

Still coughing for air,

fighting for control,

desperate to maintain

… identity

Love is the deep of

the sea,

the mysterious,

the unknowable,

the Deep Blue

Its essence

dissolves Identity,

Its water-like power

removes all boundaries,

Its unifying principle

is the end of separation

Read Rumi if you don’t believe me,

read Hafiz, read Theresa of Avila,

read the Persian mystics and the Christian mystics,

read the Hindu mystics

There you will find the same willingness

to dissolve, to give up the sense of a

separate existence in exchange for the

endless bliss of Unity

Like the deep blue sea

our own bodies

are mostly just water

Like the essence

of all and everything

our hearts are

mostly

just Love