The seagull runs into the ocean so the soul rushes into wisdom.

The sea feeds the earth; the mind feeds the world.

The lovely ocean — until we step on a sting ray, have a limb ripped off by a shark or are swept away by a tsunami.

The tide pool gold, the sunlit soul.

Whales — the ocean’s explosions.

The waves that rush back from the shore; the hesitancy of the human spirit.

Swimming across the ocean, dancing by a smoking volcano, not change our ways.

The sand castle takes ability and reminds us of fragility.

The open sea, earth’s reverie.

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