Spirit ocean

Our spirits resemble oceans

Where many icebergs float

And volcanic islands sprout


Our knowledge of them is limited

To what our eyes see above the surface

And our feet can only take wild guess at what lies underneath


Sometimes we come to believe our spirit ocean to be static, frozen

But it is not and changes can occur fast

A submarine volcano enters in eruption and forms a new mountain, a new world

Where we had always thought waters were deep

An iceberg drifts toward warmer latitudes

Melting and leaving no trace of its existence


Who are we truly then?

How to know how our spirit ocean will look like at the end of times

When we’ll be entirely in balance with our soul?