The words in which the ocean speaks ring through the centuries.
Diluted with time, never.
Nor tampered by experience.
For the ocean has watched the mountains grow.
It has observed the rocks soften.
It has seen trees being replaced with towers- cities rise and cities crumble.
It has witnessed many evolutions.
And time ticks on…
So I sit, and I float. Wanting to see what the ocean sees. Wanting to go where it goes. Wanting to feel, however briefly, the transformation of this world.
Gathered in the energy of the deep blue, the stories of the ages.
The wisdom of the wise.
The teachings of many.
Lessons learned, and lessons that have not yet been embarked on.
It’s all there, in the liquid vortex of time, spinning, waiting, to add yours and to add mine.
For adding to this, is a given. Simply by living, we contribute.
Our stories are collected.
Our doings create change.
This collaboration propels the world forward.