The Sea of Mourning

As the purple clouds rise, you begin to wait for the storm on the horizon. A mourning sits within you for what you left behind. While the ones that slipped away crumble like the sand on the beach, the clouds descend on them. You keep walking, the first drops of rain fall on your shoulders. How can you lighten your load on this seaside where your load increases as you get wet? Just as you are not afraid of getting wet, you should not be afraid of swimming. You open to this dark sea of mourning. You show great courage in reference to the clouds that cover the sky. You were already wet as much as you will get wet, can one more drop hurt you? You leave yourself to the weight of the sea and you realize that all the burden you carry is lighter, this mourning sea that you fear will carry you.