Land on Ocean
I am here again. Let’s go. Where will you take us this time?
There is someone right on the edge of the ocean, on the surface of the ocean. The ocean does not stand on land, the land stands on the ocean. The ocean is not allowed, something is constantly watching the ocean, like a full-time surveillance. Nothing can come up from the ocean, nothing that the land disapproves of. The ocean is shapeless. The land is shaped. Everything going through a shape becomes a shape. Everything that takes a shape loses itself. That’s dreams. That’s meaningless by a meaning-giver.
Can one see the ocean in the ocean?
I am diving, deep. I run away from my land. I am in exile. I am in the ocean. I don’t have my eyes, I don’t have my legs. how do I navigate this ocean? I do not see anything. I do not recognize anything. It is a world, a different world, unknown to me. Something is moving me. It does not talk to me. There are no words, there is no language. I come into contact with this. I touch them, they touch me. Sometimes it is pain, sometimes it is loneliness, sometimes it is helplessness, sometimes it is strength. it is joy, it is love, it is anger, it is bliss. I don’t know them by word, I did not hear them. I was introduced to them. I was taken to them. I know them by becoming them. I know them in their own shoes.
I cannot take my land into the ocean, I cannot bring the ocean into my land. They cannot exist in the same space.
I am sitting, but I am moving. I don’t see but I am exploring. I don’t read but I am learning. The ocean is a different land. The ocean is mine. but also it is not mine. There is nobody I know there. But still I am home.
There is no conflict in the ocean, because there is only experience.
The ocean blinds the walking, the land blinds the swimming. Moving from light to dark, or from dark to light, one is blind in both directions.
You cannot see the ocean from the land. Can you see the land from the ocean?
A seeing, a kind of seeing, it changes what is being seen. It is not a hand, it doesn’t shape. It is an eye, it sees. When the land sees, it gives meaning. When the ocean sees, it changes it, undresses it, completely, until what is seen is naked.
The ocean doesn’t shape, but it doesn’t accept form either. The ocean doesn’t control but it doesn’t accept being controlled either. So the land goes above the ocean; one is in exile when they leave their land.
Nothing has any meaning.
For the lander, this is a claim. It is a color of arrogance or desperation. It is a foolish strength or a foolish weakness. This one searches and cannot find it. It is a defiance. This fills one with hate.
When that comes from the ocean, it liberates. It is not a claim but a knowing. This fills one with love.
I am watching you. I am burned in your hands, I suffered in your hands. Will I ever touch you again? Will I ever hold you again? Will I ever hold anything with your hands again? I am watching you.