When the wave falls back into the ocean What relief it feels For a moment it had imagined It was alone and separate Looking out at all the other separate waves And it was scared But that was just a dream And now what relief it feels To know itself as wholeness and unity And, when it looks out at all the other waves, It sees the truth of them That nothing can be separate It can only imagine itself that way The imagination tells stories It is very good at that.
Relief, definitely! :-)