How much we are like the salt that has been filtered,
evaporated from the ocean to give the world a flavor.
And how salt finds its way back into the ocean
and dissolves. In our blood and in the great vessels of the earth.
But the creation loves us and needs us
to look back upon itself and marvel at its own
essential beauty and love, the way a young woman
loves to parade in front of a mirror.
When we do not wake up to see how creation
is longing for our attention, she will look for ways
to bring us into her focus. I would like to find her on
my own, rather than for her to go looking for me.
This is what the ancients must have understood,
the salt and the dissolution,
the salted wound we feel when we will
not rise out of the ocean and give flavor to this life.