The waves beneath the mind’s surface, ebbing engaging depths; thoughts circle like sea turtles searching familiar sands, depth below, then above, rhythms whisper repeat repeat repeat.
Fold upon fold, ceremony of water meeting air, a silent call; consciousness, ever-dark, flickering like echoing currents, depth waits, whispers echo quietly repeat repeat repeat.
Now breathe, into and out of cycles of knowing, unknowing; depth is a cycle too, the circle of circling known, beneath, within, without, below whisper repeat repeat repeat.