smooooth

There is, within, something as smooth as water.
Unfreighted.
Unruffled.
And weightless.
It is from here that the tsunamis advance and it is to here that tsunamis recede.
It does not disdain the typhoon or lapping waves, but its smoothness is not hampered or improved.
It fits.
Smooth as water.
Not even wet, yet no more and no less than wet.
Smooooooth.