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 tidal pool’s sunlit gold is like wisdom’s sunlit soul.

Whales are 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.

Sand castle agility teaches fragility.

Find at the sea earth’s reverie.

As black and light sand stratify on the beach, so time and chance sort the people of the earth.

Like a tiny pier at the edge of a great sea is a human life at the watery edge of time.

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