rebekahl:
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth
rebekahl:
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
rebekahl:
I am you; you are ME. You are the waves; I am the ocean. Know this and be free, be divine.