Drop off the map.
Head downstream to tide-borne mists.
Plunge soles in to coarse-grained heaven
Or run, and be grounded by contoured drifts.
Feel the essence of the place mingle with your joy. Fears-
Not here. Here is where the riddled of body and mind are made pure.
Here is the reckoning and joining of souls. A pain- purging.
With these barrelled waves souls are caressed. Cupped by granite walls
the clear green white-sweeping crashing backwash
Water performs symphonies for grateful ears, and eyes aflame with
burnished rays look to the joining of sea and sky.
Sacred. Parting is more than sorrow, clawing back to clock time and
Though never, ever without a searing backward glance.