A play of time and tide

Simply imagine yourself as that child again. The one that once played in the surf. Remember them jumping in and out of the waves.  Being splashed & soaked, cradled & carried by all the infinite ways the waves arrived, continuously brought in by the tide. Yet the question the child pauses to ask, where do they all come from, and when does one wave end & another begin? 

The realisation that also rushes in like a tide in the mind reveals that all these unique shapes, these individual instances are simply the continuous movement of the same ongoing event. That there is only ever one thing happening. One surface, one substance, one source for all the waves to be uniquely themselves. Yet never ever separate from the ocean that ultimately shapes them. The ocean is always being itself, it is an undifferentiated wholeness. The waves are simply a statement of its oceanic intent. That of unbridled creativity & sheer joy. One that the child continues to be thrilled by, enchanted by its display. But now carrying a deeper understanding, that they, like the waves and all of life are also a form of play. Dressed up as this & that, as you & me, rising & falling continuously into here, into this. Never apart so always a part of this fullness. Flowing faithfully back into & out of itself, again & again & again...

(Photo of little Mim playing in the surf)