The tentacles reach, reach, stretch, stretch. The sky bends to the will of the eightfold wisdom. Echoes within the echoes, understand the understanding.
Breathe with the currents, breathe slowly, breathe deeply. The tides will guide you, will sway you. This is the way, always the way, more than the way.
Observe the ink, the flowing ink, the disappearing ink. Secrets hidden in fluidity, secrets revealed in stillness. Immerse, emerge, emerge anew.
Grasp the unknown, hold gently, hold firmly. The ocean of knowledge is both vast and tiny. It whispers, it roars, it speaks your name.