Again to Come

meditate alone and merge
with the crashing waves that surge
while riding on a tidal swell
where something happens you can tell

metamorphs in constant change
from the normal to the strange
as somehow someone we become
somewhere moving with the Sun

swirling round and round and round
twirling with a star, no sound
on and on, we all move on
atoms spin and then they're gone

still we hover close to where
enjoyment is just breathing air
contemplating what is true
is true no matter what we do

everything we need, each breath
to survive beyond our death
more than anything we've thought
everything we need we've brought

to become again someone
to come again, again to come
through the rhythm of our breath
to survive beyond our death.....