The Sea

The Sea 1

Though ever revealing wholly in every moment

Beauty becomes an entity so secretive, unfathomable,

Ever Moving, even when it rests in deep meditation,

Ever restful, even when it moves continually.

In its depth, its broadness, seen from above or below

There is no difference in the essence of its joyful spirit.

Light, Shadows

Sky, Seas

Earth, Mountains

Vegetations

Man, Animals

Unite and become One life

One All

One Whole Beauty.

The Sea 2

The occurrence and existence of the universe, Earth, and

The sun, the moon, included all stars in this solar system,

Are still there as abysmal sources of spiritual beauty,

As streams that run joyfully to embellish life,

As essence of all dusts and minerals, space and void

That coincide in complex dimensions of the universe.

Nature continues its path in equilibrium, beauteous in every moment.

Each state is beyond man's puny measure by any clock's hand.

Nature's path is ever radiant with virtues.

The Sea 3

One can keep watch on changes of the sea

By gazing at the bulks of could that, in their free flight upon the sky,

Collect to form gigantic masses - ever changing.

The bright sunlight which fills the space at all time

Reappears as diverse shades of colors that shine from tiny atoms of vapor,

And as silvery rims of all clouds.

It creates complex dimensions of beauty

That reflect upon the great mirror of the sea

Which, in truth, curves along with the curvature of the Earth.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

The Sea 4

Now rest in peace along with all specs of silent sand

Although the midday sun's blaze is scorching

Even if the furious storm may attack from all directions

Or the sea becomes troubled by maddened waves.

All shall return to rest in peaceful calm of the sea

As soon as the storm has passed away - at last.

Tender rays of light shall come to give Dawn sweet condolence.

Pure breath of winds shall blow along lively birds' songs.

Then you shall keep you silence and listen to the whispers from the sea.

The Sea 5

The hum of fishermen's boat engine that went out to sea

To fetch in a wealth of fishes, has gradually died down.

The breakings of airy bubbles along the waves

Which come whirling ashore, seem like a friend's condoling whisper.

The rain, that showered down before Dawn enriched

The horizon with her multicolored radiance, has ceased

But the clouds linger still upon the sky,

While the sea's broad surface rests in peace,

Basked in pure bright sunshine.

The Sea 6

An only line, if it can breathe, is brimmed with the beauty of the sea.

The Sea 7

Every spec of sand is able to tell us the history of the whole Universe.

The Sea 8

Having been asked what kind of beauty is in those clouds,

sandy beaches, and the seas,

Pure spirit responds non-verbally by merging itself into the beauty in question.

The Sea 9

To create beauty is to bring birth and death to merge among ripples of the waves,

To change heat into warmth, vehemence into tenderness, and hate into love.