Salt Doll

In search of truth
did I go back and forth

Wandered through Mountains
bathed in rivers sacred, with the pious

Whichever way the blind pointed
with hope and zest me travelled

Every which way I smelled the scent
but round and round is all I went

Wasted lives to know the one who is not
but the feverish pitch of seeking would not cease

What does it take to fathom the ocean
even fish or whale is clueless of the ocean

It is only the salt that can be ocean
a Salt Doll I became, just a plunge made me the ocean.

Love & Grace