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Some of us name ourselves the

restless ones

We crave our restlessness the way we do our lovers

Intense, and pearlescent

We nurture the search, knowing that

ecstasy

is found in the journey, and not in the arrival

Until

that oceanic moment when home finds us, startled,

caught in mid-crest—

The journey was within, you see

Turns out there was no voyage, no expedition to mount

Home was the current we were riding all along

Every wave who individuates

and sinks back into the sea

knows this

Though we kept crashing against it, we were never seeking the shore

We belong to the place we are made,

the place of deepest love

that fathomless state of grace that is our seabed

A place to rest

after the tumbling is

done.

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