What would you like me to say?

From the silence, words emanate like a wave rising from the ocean and as quickly as they appear, they disappear. Sometimes the words are measured and sometimes frenetic. I have recently been saying that, for someone in silence, much is being said. I ask you, then, the question, “what would you like me to say?”

“What would you like me to say to ease the separation that ‘supposedly’ exists?”

The aching heart; what words can soothe that ache, like a soothing balm? How can I help? Knowing that these words are useless and yet, for the very few, some may prove useful as they move in the direction the words point to and dive deeply into the ocean of recognition. The recognition that in the annihilation of the drop is the life of the ocean. An openness; an aliveness; a resting occurs which informs us that my pain and my story is not real. That I have always rested as the ocean, whether consciously aware of it or not. My words are useless and yet, useful for those who will answer my question of,

“What would you like me to say?”