In the stillness of misunderstanding,
the ocean echoes
a harmony of waves' journey.

The soul your past speaks
is the wander of waves,
the whisper of water.

You are becoming the sand
of a mountain's erasure
drawn down to the shore.

The ocean sings
no meaning, no birth,
no death, in sines of movement–

breaking across its own
sculpture, an art
of deep forgiveness.