oceans

Water is water. Water is life sustenance.

Let the blue of the sky and ocean take your blue away when you feel blue

Before you call yourself a Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu or any other theology, learn to be human first.

There is vast sea of all kind of creatures.

We ought to discover the beauty of creation through a walk in nature.

It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I don't have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the journey. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when I fall asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. An hour watching the stars, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intelligent conversations at 5am while sharing the last cigarette. Taking trains to nowhere, walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry. It was all very ordinary until my identity appeared, until my body and mind became one being. The day I saw the flowers and learned how to turn my daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water. I'm holding on to it now,and I'm not letting go.

Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.

Follow the river to reach the sea; follow the sea to reach the ocean. And finally follow the ocean to reach the wisdom! As long as you target beyond of the beyond, you will reach the very beyond!

You cannot control the ocean, but you can guide the rivers that feed it.

Ocean people are different from land people. The ocean never stops saying and asking into ears, which don__ sleep like eyes. Those who live by the sea examine the driftwood and glass balls that float from foreign ships. They let scores of invisible imps loose out of found bottles. In a scoop of salt water, they revive the dead blobs that have been beached in storms and tides: fins, whiskers, and gills unfold; mouths, eyes, and colors bloom and spread. Sometimes ocean people are given to understand the newness and oldness of the world; then all morning they try to keep that boundless joy like a little sun inside their chests. The ocean also makes its people know immensity.

The earth is hiring and the pay is your legacy.

Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull__ wings _then ocean is my motherland I feel.

Ocean is not supposed to be scared of the drops.

I crossed oceans for you,Turned over every rock,Climbed the highest mountains,Holding on to the words you said,Reliving your touch inside my head,The taste of you on the tip of my tongue,Only to be left with you as only a fantasy inside my head.

When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!

The oceans and seas are forces which, if you forget, they will gladly remind you.

Nature is well-spring of life.