Water as Mind

How pleasant it can be watching the rhythmic slopping of the sea! 

Now snowbirds by the busload plop their clammy butts on shell hash for the pearl mystic turquoise televisionesque waves to flutterand make spittle at their feet. The expression is a body of water. In Wallace Stevens: a body wholly body. From bodig:chest, trunk. I write: The trunk of the water,cold and sapid with salt. Is this correct?

For a year I lived on the coast of Florida.Best were the afternoons, walking the shoreline,beginning my meditation practice.I remember fondly the clomp and suckof sand on my bare feet, then squatting,my arms deep in its emerald throat,for the ritual of encountering water.The waning rain, the musk of salt,the frill of sea foam piling and breaking —Not a body, I write. Not a body. Not a body.