Oceans come and go, just like souls. Indeed, souls come and go.
Maat
To Envision
If one can envision their own ‘wave offspring’ sharing the soul of another ‘friend swell’ crossing the ocean, then a ‘wave mother’ may be the soulscape of a ‘wave sister’, and so on. What we end up with is an oceanic sea of opportunity. We ‘see’ the temporary liquid distinctions blending all soul into one. From that buoy, there’s no alternative but to love deeper, behave in ways without the current of the ‘past’, and collapse the illusory-like sea-fog occluding our vision.