The noticing of who you are
and who you’ve become,
Out of all the shells you’ve shed;
A new being you’ve became
and un.
<<Yet you are the same>>
Like ocean tides recycle themselves underneath and over and over
again
They roll and rumble and somehow become
new forms
over different shores.
You never know where the last trickle of water
On your feet has been
<<because like the sea>>
aren’t we all within God?
And isn’t the earth mostly water?