Dragged in by the moon the sea rises; salt spray moistens the dry rock, collects in rivulets and trickles down into the lower fissures.
The tide moves in, and swirling streams pour into the once empty pool. More crashing waves, and barrier, brim and rim are gone, Pool and ocean are one.
Breathe in, hold, bless the One. אֵין עוֹד
The moon moves on, the waters ebb, the currents recede, the barrier returns,
Glistening starfish and fronds of silvery kelp regain their separate home.
Breathe out, hold, praise the Multiplicity. בָּרוּךְ שֵׁם כְּבוֹד Amen, amen
@2012 Jonathan Omer-Man