I Was the Ocean, and the Ocean Was Me

Meditation is all in vogue, or so it seems.

Recently while at the beach I allowed my mind to think creatively about meditating and the methods used.

I sat comfortably in the sand, relaxed, and counted my breaths for 5 minutes trying to be mindful of only my breathing in and out. It works effectively enough for me as a type of re-set for the mind. It helps wipe away anxiety or the racing thoughts of everyone's existence. It’s calming.

And then I thought, it’s calming like the feeling of being near the ocean itself.

Maybe I should try counting the breaths of the ocean waves as they break on the shore?

There was a pattern to it. Something like pause…one, two, three, four waves….pause…one, two, three waves…pause, ect.

I made myself comfortable again, ready for meditation and started counting the breaths of the ocean as the waves washed ashore before me.

After a short while, it was no longer me sitting next to the ocean.

It was just the ocean, as defined by the sound and rhythm of it breathing.

I was the ocean, and the ocean was me.