We see what lies

above surfaces with eyes

that believe the shapes and contours

are all that is,

below so much larger than

the eye can see

in its finality

drop by drop

spilling away into the whole of the sea

blue movement on calm water

smooth emotion on rough seas.

We capture images of what we know

that which we can touch and call it true

yet knowing the unknown

believing in what we thought we knew to be ,

we slip below and go a little deeper

in awe of the splendor of what we find

as we slide into the knowledge

of so much more

than the writing on the wall,

we feel the sense of the universe speak

as it washes over our open minds,

fire and ice

the opposite ends of seasons

we try to hold on

as it slowly burns

or melts away into nothingness

except memory

falling water from our hands

and slipped out thoughts

like ink on paper,

we learn to embrace it all

for it is one in the end

and from the depths we arise to find

a simple minute has passed as we dream

and wake from the eternity of time

to find broken clocks and damp spots on the ground,

stepping in the puddles

of our existence.