Sitting

Watching the ocean, it's waves, how it's never still Seeking truth in the void Swimming towards light, holding back, drowning Rays of light piercing a vast empty In return I wither away and see more of self Cracking breaking evolving into something To where I am alone but not abandoned Understanding and not knowing Floating aware that I am here What is to be of this? Without Judgment Waiting, the trumpet of soldiers For battle cries Accepting that place Made up of tranquility, laughter, joy, death Surrendering to Him Patiently, looking at the restless sea.