Waves are only waves
until they break;
yet waves are always waves.

I sense
a ceaseless movement:
a constancy of change.

I am only me,
until no more I walk;
yet I am always I.

I see movement in
shifting sands and waves.
I feel life’s impermanence,
death’s omnipotence.
I know my own
evanescence and the
permanence of my Self.

Buildings fade and crumble,
shores washed away.

I see time, I see life,

I see movement.