Drown in the blue sky
the blue sea
the green sea
and all the while, white waves, of wash,
cloud or mist arising,
on this rock I am every particle
I can see, and more than I am,
none of this, and separate is
my life a paradox continuum
inexplicably explained as
stable passing impermanence,
if I could drown in the blue sky
I would do it flying.

MChallis © 2014