LILA

What words suffice,
when eternity comes lapping at your back door,
like the rhythm of never-ending surf?
Playful waves on shores of creation.
Remembering you are the same Source – you instantly… come Home.
There is no good or evil on these shores,
nothing to fix,
nothing to do that is not playing. The clouds play in the sky.
There is rising and falling,
moving stillness,
but no judgment.
Nothing to say, really.
Really.