Beach
Border and boundary
of a sea,
the beach
is a narrow margin
of sand or shingle
continuously created,
shifted and destroyed
in the rhythm of
the tides.
Convergence
of
three vast worlds:
sky, sea and land.
At the margin of
the edge of
the known world,
gazing across
the waters
into
the unknown.
Innumerable
grains of sand
on the shore,
the distant horizon,
the boundless waters,
under
the infinite sky.
Inspiring feelings
of awe
or simply of
dwarfed
insignificance.
Unrelentingly
affected
by the seas
potent forces.
Twice daily tides
drag the shore.
Waves
roil
the land’s debris
and make
their own
deposits.
Incessant winds
summoned
across the strand.
Slim shore
between
consciousness
and
unconsciousness,
lapped
and
buffeted,
shifted
and
changed,
temporarily submerged,
delineated in
the tidal rhythms
of waking
and
sleeping.
Layered deposits
from
dream
and
fantasy.
The play of the imagination,
the clarity of awareness.
What the psyche
tosses on the shore,
like the jellyfish,
only can be experienced
but not assimilated.
Just as the perspective
of the beach
and the movement
between
water
and
landscape
can liberate
one’s feelings
and
expands
one’s sense
of space,
time
and
being,
so does the exchange between
the depths of the psyche
and
consciousness.
Yet the beach
is vulnerable
to the elemental forces
of the sea.
The dry land can be
inundated.
Tidal wave
and
earthquake
belong to Poseidon,
whose great horses,
their manes flying
in the sea foam,
thunder in the surf.
Seismic shifts in one’s
consciousness,
inundated by
tempestuous effects,
overwhelmed by
psychic shocks.
The inundating sea
in time recedes,
though it may alter
the terrain of the shore
and,
ultimately,
may wear it away
in gradual erosion
or
more radical change.
So we too are changed,
rearranged,
different
some how.
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