The Sea of Creation.

I have seen a Sea,

a sea so big, so majestic, so complete.

A sea that could contain all of creation, which led me to the name, I believe.

The waters tempted me, said to me,

"Take a dive and you'll be freed".

"Become freed", that's all I want, I jumped, drifting deeper in ecstasy.

Drowning in it,

I saw it all with my own eyes.

It's tragic I can't explain it, and it certainly can't be denied.

I truly saw it all with my own eyes, saw all there was to be seen.

The very source of existence,

1 was overwhelmed, my soul felt retrieved.

A sea so complete,

The whole cosmos contained in it,

The stars, The Void and everything in between,

Liberated from the prison of time, and hence eternally free.

Containing all of life,

Containing its very essence. illuminated by the light,

Completed by the darkness.

I asked myself this Question, and it itches me still.

To drown in this endless ocean,

should I feel fear? be afraid of this eternal drift?

Or would The Sea Of Creation

Containing all that has been, is and will ever be, is it capable of sending me home?

Liberate me, set me free?

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Viplove Tyagi (viplovepvt@gmail.com)

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