Concerning Borders

Simple lines
that are not simply lines
but severances of worlds inseparable –
tricks of the mind:
the dance of deluded curtains
strung on the unitary air.

What we were
never was;
what we are
never is,
and never will be.

But what then is it
making this breath
so revolutionarily different
from
the
last?

I watch the vast lung of the Arabian Sea
exhaling wave after foaming wave,
undivided, reasonless,
beyond our confusion,
beyond our borders,
and see the horizon
is a swinging door
we ourselves slam shut.

Karnataka. February 2014.