All that remains is love

Step into the boat

to journey on the ocean.

The boat is merely the vessel

to get us to our final destination most

directly and accurately.

I am not the boat

I am the ocean, vast and deep

cradling, holding the boat.

I am not tossed and thrown by life’s waves

I am the ocean, vast and deep

cradling, holding the boat.

With each remembrance 

the boat diminishes in size

with each knowing 

the boat becomes less significant.

There is no final destination to reach

there is no starting point of lack

or journey of accruing.

There is only love

a vast, deep ocean of love

cradling, holding all ‘boats’

until the boats diminish and 

all that remains is love.

© 14 Jun 20