Aversion. Desire. The magnetic poles of clinging. The yin and yang of life.
Our emotional waves have a life of 90 seconds, unless we are caught in their undertow. Then the waves pick us up, and carry us in repetitive cycles of crashing and crashing against the shores of our mind, wearing a grove that can be long and deep.
How strong the attachment. How difficult to let go when the grooves are deep.
A seagull flying high over the ocean sees the repetitive nature of the waves, and undisturbed, she flies away. The waves are just waves—arising and falling then arising and falling again on their own accord, just like our breathing.
All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop—KABIR