What is the shape of a wave? That is my shape, a brief swelling on the surface— my deepest thoughts, my care, my projects, all spindrift in the wind. Do not say that I came into the world, lived a little while, and returned to my source. See the wind-driven froth for what it is, dive deep, say, instead, no world to enter, no one to enter it, no life to live, no death to die, no source to leave or return to. Say I am the ocean taking the shape of a wave, surrounded by limitless waves, swelling out of that great wave, the tide - incalculable power breathing in, breathing out forever.