Strolling down the pier,
Dragging my feet on the moist logs;
Deafening sound of confused waves,
Makes me thoughtless and numb.
Cool breeze slaps my face,
And stings my eyes;
Moon be my constant guide,
Exorcize my fear and insecurity;
Reflection on the dynamic waves,
I see a distorted me;
Blown out of dimensions,
Challenging my belief;
Solitary thought crosses my mind —
“That’s me,everchanging me,
like a fluid — formless”.
Brushes against the glimpse of my soul,
It’s the innate of my consciousness.