Chapter 20

When the wave takes the hard stone into its arms it draws the hard stone along with it on distant journeys. On deep journeys: stamping rolling growing elated sliding falling, being crushed, weeping, wandering in the downpour breaking breaking breaking losing sight growing soft breaking out of one's own hardness: becoming a particle turning into sand turning into a magic grain of sand throwing one's arms around the sea's neck sleeping giving one's body fearlessly to all the sea's doings coming to rest eternal in the bed of love alone...