Beauty and the Beach

I was very young when it began to seem to me that I was not enough. Whenever the situation became difficult, I begged for help. Or I froze. Or I made the wrong choice.

A child died. That was the worst.

And yet I was still beautiful. Still desired.

All I wanted was to crawl in a hole.

I know now it was longing, not for a lover, but for love, that I truly craved. And so love found me and instructed me in all the truths. Especially one. Appearances are empty. Names are only labels, and what they refer to are pipe dreams made of parts. The parts themselves are made of parts. And so on to the smallest part which is nothing but energy. Out of that emptiness, strangely enough, love appears. In fact that emptiness itself is love.

I walk the beach now in my long yellow dress and I wait for the sun. Before me the sea, inside me my heart, have room for everything. The sea breeze is perfectly pure, and therefore I call it Delight.

And look. The sun is always rising.

25 March 2023
Texas Jim
Reynisfjara, Iceland
www.granitecoast.ca