Restless Whitecaps

The whitecaps of my mind push me down.
     pull me. heave. yaw me.

Powerless, I cannot but follow.

Splashing through my eyes: insistent doubt,
     persistent weakness, throb of cowardice
     knell of worthlessness. Voices in waves
     telling me of my bumbling confused good

     fornothing
     ness.

That's my storyline, but
     glance to the horizon―an endless sea of wavelets:
     now rising in frothy tips
     now sinking in unstable hollows.

How many, like me, suffer this endless unrest?
How many host an ever-marching procession of unsettled anguish?
A sky full of whispers cannot begin to tell the answer.

All of us, beset by ceaseless waves, have forgotten our true essence:
     clear, pristine, fluid, unbound:
     like the limitless deep expanse water
     within, beneath the waves.

Into this ocean, may all confusion now dissolve!
May the radiant sun of wisdom shimmer on the restless waves!