The seagull runs hopefully into the ocean, the child
runs happily to lunch and the soul runs hungrily to truth told in kind ways.
Our love of jumping up, sliding along and flowing forward fast invented the surf board, football and love.
An offshore breeze is like a cool-headed mind; both calm the agitated psyche and send the rioting crowd home to rethink change.
The calm ocean looks empty and benign – until we step on a sting ray, have a limb ripped off by a shark or are swept away by a tsunami.
The sunset in the tidal pool shines like gold, so wisdom glows softly in the human mind.
Waves that rush to the shore do not understand the hesitancy of the human spirit.
A child jumping at the ocean’s edge is like a naked man dancing by a smoking volcano is like a fool who will not change his ways.
Sand castles allow us to safely comprehend the fragility of human construction.
Sea weed piled on the hot sand is a rotting reminder that living things do best in homes.
As black sand patterns itself in light sand, so all of life swirls together, layers and stratifies.
Like a tiny pier at the edge of a great sea is a human life at the watery edge of time.
Warm sand between the toes, a cool breeze on the face, roaring waves in the ears, an icy drink in the mouth, a tasty sandwich in the hand and a friend to talk to – there is nothing much better than a work-free day at the beach.
