Written by Jasmeen Kaur
Illustrated by Rocky Higine
"But life is a dream forgotten."
I, again the sea,
naked
and returned.
A body is existent,
possessive,
but life is
a dream forgotten.
Alongside
wind and without
name, I
breakthrough
like salt dissolves,
only to be
swallowed by god—
an ocean of
consciousness.
Liberation is
not easy—
freedom
requires
freedom
from form.
The world
water wavers.
Shorelines
transgress as I,
erected from sand,
become,
change,
die,
and
become
again.
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