Ocean lazily reaches up the beach.
Waves ripple up the tide line along
smooth, round pebbles
caressed again and again. Sometimes not so gentle.
But now, like fingers stroking a lover,
murmurs of delight
as wavelets play trilling sounds on the stones.
Breathing in and out, waves rise and fall.
Beams of sunshine peak through fingers of clouds,
stretched out across the vast blueness as if cupping this blue-green world in an ethereal palm.
Each wavelet a mosaic of sky, ocean and earth.
No stones. No shore. No waves.
No ocean. No clouds. No sky.
Only this shining, vibrant presence,
the song of the heart.
Ocean lazily reaches up the beach.
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