You are the ocean and the ocean is you. Deep so deep. Endless blue darkening to sleep in vast and tender depths. Waves take shape and play at the boundary between the dream and the day.
Fingers of foam sweep the shore gathering all. Tangled treasure and trash in lace gloved hands that must yield once more to the tidal call.
The needed rest in quiet depths. Not sleeping but choosing to dive. Deep so deep. Holding and finding breath. Watching waves of mind swell, peak and pass.
Learn to live in the peace of the deep. Where waves and foam and storm are not. Watch and witness your surface self. As it floats and swims and dives in the blue.
In the ocean that is you.
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