I looked for my self, but my self was gone. The boundaries of my being had disappeared in the sea. Waves broke. Awareness rose again. And a voice returned me to myself. It always happens like this. Sea turns on itself and foams, and with every foaming bit another body, another being takes form. And when the sea sends word, each foaming body melts back to ocean~breath. ~Rumi
“Once more she looked at the Prince, with her eyes already dimmed by death, then dashed overboard and fell, her body dissolving into foam.” From “The Little Mermaid” ~ 1911 ~ illustrated here by Edmund Dulac (French British, 1882-1953)
