The Ocean is The Master

The mighty ocean has no master; the mighty ocean merely masters whatever is entrained in its grasp. There is no fighting it or overpowering it or fatiguing it; the ocean wins every time and always has the last word.

Like the truest Zen Master, the ocean carries on in its inhalations and exhalations in the form of the ebb and flood. Inhale: ebb. Exhale: flood. Inhale–ebb, exhale–flood. Inhale ebb, exhale flood. On and on, these cycles flow around and around, as beasts of all proportions and shapes come and go upon the land and within the water–all the while the Mighty and Pulsating Waves keep crashing on and on: the ocean moves, shaping all things and giving life to all things on the land and in the water, watching silently as all things come and go into the stretches of earth time. Without the ocean, there would be no Life. Without the ocean, there would be no precious rains to fall nor ocean horizons to send our dreams to.

Yet these Oceans, full of photosynthesizing phytoplankton, fuelling our ability to breath, we ignore and steadily degrade. We slap and insult the master of all things–the overseer of time and species and the entity which so too shall see our End, as it saw every other End on this earth.

We do not see the relationship before us, the ties all nations and all people and all things have to the ocean–we, instead, continue to Toxify, Contaminate and Sterilize.

What will there be left, when we are all said and done?

But alas hope is not lost.

For the Mighty Ocean laughs in our faces as we pollute and toil, “Hahaha!” it echoes in the tones of exploding surf and thunderous waves that repeat again and again, “Hahaha!” it bellows, as we push forward in Industry, in Freight, in Over-Fishing, in the names of Holy Commerce and Trade, whose alters we fill fully.

But, the Ocean: do we listen? Are we paying attention?

The mighty ocean has no master; not us humans–no, the mighty ocean merely masters whatever is entrained in its grasp: and that includes us Humans and all things terrestrial–there is no fighting or overpowering or fatiguing it–the ocean wins every time and always has the Last Word.