I stand transfixed by this white riddle swaying with abandon, seemingly on a wild chase after who knows what, kicking off its shoes, struggling, pausing, flipping, then rhythmically, hypnotically, gracefully lulling itself to sleep.

I will never understand this strange fascination with a nameless form flirting diffidently – light as air, turning into liquid, now an immovable rock. It can’t have enough of the sky, taking the shape of a dove, then momentarily tossing itself into the waves, becoming one with time.

For years I had not thought of surrender or its absurd implications but today I embrace it wholeheartedly like a long lost friend, shaking off its negativism, and staring him in the eye without feeling any loss.



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