On birth waters giving
way to ruptured membranes
the waves of samsara
Crying with pain Luz Donis
not knowing
what is to gain
riding the waves of samsara
Tsunami like when ire
cracks the crust
of the earth
riding the waves of samsara
Crashing against rocks breaking
away ignorance
riding the waves of samsara
Bobbing, taking
in water
choking
with impotence
riding the waves of samsara
Cast away, reading
blurred points
on a moral compass
riding the waves of samsara
Bored with still waters
rocked and lulled
to complacency
no anchor
no refuge
riding the waves of samsara
Finished with floundering
balanced on an edge
of surface tension
Surfing and riding on
the waves of samsara
