When a wave pushes up the beach and reminds us that it is
Oh, so very unpredictable.
When we stand with our feet just along the shore
And the water rushes up our calves
It says, "Move more."
We wiggle our toes about the sand and think
How grand
The universe is for us to explore.
With laced fingers we embrace the sun
As it says goodnight
And lights its stars like a candle at twilight.
As each wave crashes, so do we
Against uncertainty.
Irony, it seems, that the ocean comes to see
The mountain's peak
As we seek
It's dark, rolling mystique.
It reflects us, I know it,
And our altered minds glow
To show it.
And we smile bigger than the ocean can ever
Because the cool, salty breeze says,
"Life is an endeavor."
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The ocean reflects us, as if we are the deep ocean, with such depth and breadth of imagination and emotion and love and pain and joy and awe and hopes and dreams, and those cool breezes are our day-to-day experiences, or people we meet, brushing past and reminding us of how great life is, and that it's a journey, and they're just passing through.
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