have you ever seen / the ocean / dense as flesh? / the way it shrinks from touch / backward blooming / the way a fist clenches / reminds me of flowers / and forgiveness. / reminds me of the man / who told us / rice paddies are god’s footprints — 	Kristin Chang, Missionary

have you ever seen / the ocean / dense as flesh? / the way it shrinks from touch / backward blooming / the way a fist clenches / reminds me of flowers / and forgiveness. / reminds me of the man / who told us / rice paddies are god’s footprints — Kristin Chang, Missionary

I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odour of violets... ~Alan Bradley

I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odour of violets... ~Alan Bradley

The self is an ocean without a shore. Gazing upon it has no beginning or no end, in this world and the next. — 	Ibn Arabi

The self is an ocean without a shore. Gazing upon it has no beginning or no end, in this world and the next. — Ibn Arabi

Photo by Corey Arnold in the North Sea. I love the blackness of the water.

Photo by Corey Arnold in the North Sea. I love the blackness of the water.

Love this aerial surf shot in #Tofino by local photographer @Jeremy Koreski!

Love this aerial surf shot in #Tofino by local photographer @Jeremy Koreski!

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