No sleep this early morning. I rest in corpse pose.
The salt from my tears, the salt from my sweat
Has become the salt in the water of the sea.
Waves collide in tumult under a bone-white moon.
I sink beneath them into the depths of subtle mind.
Down, down, down into the emptiness,
Losing self in the interconnectedness of it all.
The world breathes into the Challenger Deep.
The atmospheric circulation, the sigh and gasp of existence,
Moves through the body as a dream of life.
Opening my eyes, I taste salt on my lips.
Throughout the day I catch the linger of the currents
And shiver from the thermohaline flow.
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