My heart is simple

My heart is a simple
Content child
Who has stumbled onto a treasure-trove
On the beach.

Weeping, reality annihilated
I ask, “How do I keep my ‘self’ in the face of this?”

The tragic answer:
Keep the wealth and put it to use.
Let the illusion of self
Wash away with the tide.

I must risk my broken body
Washing up in a foreign land
For a kiss
From
The Beloved