It is said, “Healing comes
By mixing salt and water –
Found through tears, sweat
And the sea.”
The sweat, tears, salt and water
Mixed with breath
Is the sea pouring out of me,
Seventy-eight percent of me.
My birth waters. Death voyage.
My change, calm, inspiration.
Affirming in awe. Challenging in fear.
Healing in hope.
Me, seventy-eight percent sea.
Others. You too.
Generous portions of likeness, interconnection.
Pouring into, out of, in, with and under.
Churning us all into oneness.
Me. The Holy. And all others.
Revealed and connected
In the tides of breath, sweat, tears.
The exact same elements.
You and me,
And Padre, Abdar, Greta
And Maria, Amos, Susannah.
And Makaio, John, Imani, and Kainoa
And Nola, Chen and Saadut.
Friends, foreigners and foes.
Donald, Bannon and Kelly Anne, too.
The same salt, water and breath.
Seventy eight percent the same.
“No,” I protest.
Shouting against the roar of the waves.
“Go,” they reply.
“You are all formed of water, salt, breath,
Born from sea.
The same. Seventy-eight percent the same.”
Tears and sweat and breath.
These become the gifts for healing,
Breaking through walls of pigment and fear.
Becoming connection.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Hold the blessings.
Embrace the chaos.
We are all sea, seventy-eight percent sea.
Here the Spirit
Hovers over
The chaos of the deep,
Creating life.
*(David James Duncan in My Story as Told by Water affirms each human being is 78% fluids.)