A wave floating upon the ocean
of conciousness
I know the end is near
for I see the shore ahead
upon which I will crash
and become droplets of ocean spray
flying way up high
in the sky
only
to fall to earth
again as a wave
in the ocean
only to die again when I hit the shore
in a seemingly endless cycle of births and deaths and rebirths
until a sunbeam enlightens
and the I
evaporates
and finally will be vaster than the ocean
in the infinite consciousness of space
no more to be reborn.