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.