Ocean in our Blood

We are not as separated from each other as we think we are, thought separates, experience unites, blossoming from the bottom of the ocean we are, as if everything upon us were so heavy, we cannot hold… Because our beliefs constrain our arms from opening wide, and diving wise into the essential substance that holds us together… Because the ocean is complementary to our nature as we cry salty memories of regret… Because before we reach the ocean we behave as if we were not in it… When in fact, imagination is the restoration that lets you dive into the ocean we once were afraid of, afraid no more… …Afraid? Oh no! Hell… No!