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I was standing

in front of the ocean

and I had nothing in me.

Nothing I had collected,

nothing I had desired,

nothing I had wished for

survived that moment.

Everything…

vanished.

Just me.

And my emptiness.

My mind began to echo

the same sound

again

and again

waves.

Tides touched my feet

like the ocean was checking

if I was real.

And somewhere there

the letter “I”

fell out of I.

Me

was nowhere to be found.

I became one with the ocean.

Not poetically.

Actually.

I got lost.

So lost

I didn’t even realize

my shorts were soaked.

I was walking

towards the ocean.

Deeper.

Not brave.

Just empty enough

to forget fear.

Then—

a ship’s horn.

Loud.

Sudden.

Rude.

It shattered the meditation.

And I remembered

I can’t swim.

In that instant

I returned.

Name.

Body.

Thoughts.

Limits.

I became myself again.

And standing there,

wet, interrupted, ordinary,

I understood something.

I don’t know anything.

The ocean

knows

better.