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Back there on my back
in the sun pounds and surf storm
sand ‘neath my suit rubs
shells off me, in me, down my
face salt washes walls
down, down, stripping castles to
earth in wholeness found.
Salt Washes
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Back there on my back
in the sun pounds and surf storm
sand ‘neath my suit rubs
shells off me, in me, down my
face salt washes walls
down, down, stripping castles to
earth in wholeness found.
J. Ruth Kelly 
hi,
i like the economy of words of this poem but it conveys the experiences of being embraced by the sea. thank you for your gift.
thank you for dropping in…i love the sea; sometimes even just a few words unfold a tide of experience…
I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever.
Gibran Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam
When all that needs shedding is shed,
When all that was tangled did melt,
When all that was unwhole was filled
With life’s honey, and wine, and salt.
It is no longer a “catharsis,” a release “from” something that drives these experiences or is felt in them; no longer a “lack.” It is life experiencing itself from overabundance, from wholeness. And as wholeness gives and knows not that it is giving, so life gives and does not ask in return. I reached out my hand and lo, it got filled with the pearls of many a laboring seashell, with the raindrops of many a birthing cloud. I gaze my hand and I see my face, I gaze life and I see my face, I gaze people and I see my face. The simplicity makes me cry Ruth, its beauty and grace; its beyond anything I could’ve imagined, the feeling of being alive. If only people were brave enough to love, see, and be awake. The joy that I have I want to give of it as well.
And I’m right there with you, love. Thanks for this beautiful wash of joy. You make me grin and tear up all at once. Big hugs…
Can’t tell you how much it means to me that you get this poem… such a great engulfing joy.