There’s something about waves arriving at the shore. One by one they take their turn. They come. They leave. Waves are temporary. If you miss one you won’t have to wait long. They never stop. Waves are permanent. Many joys have risen and set. The waves wouldn’t know the difference. Waves don’t keep score. They just arrive and then leave. One after another. From before we started paying attention to long after we’ve lost the ability. Waves keep on waving. They have no intelligence that we can detect. Just molecules and transferring energy. No feelings to fluff or fester. They do their thing without knowing what their thing is.
Consistently. Perfectly. Naturally. Peacefully. Powerfully.
There’s something about waves that seems so easy. I wonder if they see it the same way.