Salt Washes

slice of whole

 

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.

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5 thoughts on “Salt Washes

  1. 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.

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