Consider the ocean…
… as if it is the whole of It, only with no end…
And each wave expressing It…
with surging and frothiness…
rising in vengeance or gentleness…
unbounded…
The constancy, the perpetual rolling in…
The play of them, against each other…
It is impossible not to notice the interrelatedness of them, each wave and swell…
Each within the whole… each the whole… giving all that is given to it…
The wave… arises (is created from the whole of It, because of the whole of It) and rolls back into the whole of It, to reform and begin anew…
It is never the same wave that forms again, or if a wave were to linger on the shore… How utterly impossible!
Yet the ocean is constantly there, always, extending forever…
Gently or violently allowing, giving the waves their waving…
Being each wave… unendingly…
