Waves are mirrors

waves are mirrors of existence,

light and sound, elements and matter.

waves live and die like we do,

they also sing and scream.

they can be as solid as a belief and as lucid as a dream.

waves are born of us or

are we born of them?

Aren't waves a symbol of our inherent disparity?

Of me versus other,

the crest and trough of love and hate,

ecstasy and suffering.

they can walk and fly,

they can stand still in a rare occurrence

and let it all freeze

and release the trapped luminescence.

a net of waves is all

we weave and color in factories,

buy and sell and try to hoard

till the end of the rope called time.

like a serpent

these waves can shed their skin,

is that what we call karma?

waves are disparity

and waves are the veil,

but why do we dream this web of high and low,

etching of existence is painful like a tattoo

and yet we all want one!

waves can drown and yet

we cherish their roaring sounds,

its nothing but a yearning

from the ocean's bottom.

I sit besides a trash filled beach,

but there is an eco moon above

that soothes a sore sight,

maybe waves were meant to be a playground

and we turned it to our plight.

from my heart's sandy shore

I can start picking up scraps of ego,

I can clean my beach

lit by the dawn's orange hues

and maybe then

I will have a disparity free sense of being,

until then I must pick up

my trash of wrong perceptions…

because waves are mirrors

and I don't want a bad selfie,

its time to seek true perfection,

as the filters don't work

the waves can penetrate every layer of existence!

yes, I have played that hide and seek,

the only way to end this torment

is to clean your own beach.