
The ocean strokes my face, says to me,
“Transform the first light into beauty
High in the flood of compassion
Wait a day, and be a gentle tempest
Give space to the translucent blue
Rich as a sun in a hundred heavens”
The ocean strokes my face, says to me,
“Transform the first light into beauty
High in the flood of compassion
Wait a day, and be a gentle tempest
Give space to the translucent blue
Rich as a sun in a hundred heavens”
Beautifully penned 💙💜
Thank you! 😊