The moon dips and rises, a play of astral choreography that whispers to the sea. In its wake, our thoughts are drawn out, like thoughts on the shore. What do we leave and what do we collect in this cycle of ebb and flow?
The seams of existence bind together the visible and the hidden, much like the tides that stitch the ocean to the land. Each wave, a question. Each retreat, a reflection. In this realm, the inevitable dance of the celestial bodies scripts a narrative devoid of human authorship, but rich in meaning.
Consider the tide as your own breath. Inhale its rhythm, and exhale your doubts. For in understanding the cadence of the sea, one may find solace in knowing the continuity of thought and life.