The Taste of Truth
For the moment
I’ve stopped struggling.
The undertow tugs at my clothes and the
current takes me where it will. Surrender
sounds like defeat but this tastes like
victory the sweet release into something
open empty yet complete.
My heart speaks instructing me to relinquish all
control, I close my eyes and see myself
dissolving while remaining whole.
When at last I am delivered gasping to
the shore, I know it was the letting go
that brought me home. I was saved
not by my strength but by daring to
be vulnerable and weightless choosing
not to hold onto any of the debris that
floated past me. Truth tastes salty like
tears or the wind-whipped spray torn
from the froth of breakers. Truth tastes
like drowning feels like being spit out
of the belly of the whale to stand inside
a larger footprint on the sand.