Moments after the Pacific Ocean hugged my legs I drew two lines in the sand. X marks the spot where the pelican dove directly in line with the intersection, with the pyramid that is diamond shaped like the flecks on the waves: my blanket. The sound alone, brings me to silence, to nothing, to the great release of all, to where the journey ends and begins again just as every crashing wave we cut the infinite to meet the infinite over and over until there is nothing and everything in every breath: her beauty I only hear. I am here. Tell the magic keeper. The treasure holder. What a sight when the sun collides its way into you. I will search no longer.
