LIstening
The sound of the waves as they come rushing in
is a sound of perpetual motion
balanced against the cry of the Gulls
as they look for their food by the ocean.
Blessed is the man who can sit by the sea
hearing the sounds made by nature.
Knowing that all is correct in the world
everything there for his nurture.
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