Back to the Sea I want to go back to the sea where light and dark are one - where I'm free, where I'm from. Back to sea waits and wiggles where the will to be (not greed) trumps right and wrong. I would be a tiny fish, live one marvelous moment or a big one, snapping up the little. The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn't know me is an orphan.' I will go to the deepest place listen to the sound rising find my wings where they form.