Snow On The Ocean

Snow falls to the ocean
and vanishes,
like the line between
sky and sea.

Division, an illusion;
all is water.

I’m on the beach
and that seems a hard line,
but then I see water oozing
from around my shoes.

When the mountains rose,
they were sea-floor. 
When a fault
splits with a dark rumble,
ground water fills the gap.

I’m the guest here,
full of water.  I’ll melt
eventually and release it all.
When I am part of the sea,
the great water,
it will be unremembered
that I ever was separate,
that I ever participated
in the illusion.