waves mount

and bits of spray break away

We sparkle and dance above the waters

assuming we are free

We espouse self grandeur and independence

with memory lost of a distant sea

Yet we claim nothing but our moment in the sun

Held aloft by an invisible wind ignored

We dance in splendor and self amazement

while we argue if there even is a sea

and fight one another over its name

until we return to from which we came

And where before we asked how can this be

we now remember, we are the sea

All sorrows and sadness a simple ploy

the wind was Love, the dance was Joy.

Rumi