The ocean's pulse, the ebb and flow of constant waves' re-nourishment bespeaks to me of life, although an undercurrent message sent in whispered sighs of Gaia's breath upon the shoreline where I sit relates a tale of bounteous wealth; the wind, the rain - that we exist at all is purely by the grace of Nature's cycles. Also heard, a gentle, soft, disturbing voice reminding me without a word: when we have come and we have gone the ocean's pulse continues on