We live, immersed, held.  I’m listening to meditations with Sam Harris.  He suggests we have no free will.  There is trust in entering the ocean of waves knowing suspension and whirling as air flows in and out.

Surfers floating up and down on waves seen and unseen
A fisherman waits for a fish as a stream drops to sand and sea.
Navigating earth and sea
A rock holds a stance in change
Surfers in the embrace we share.

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