The ocean is gray right now and the sky a water color of blue-gray.
I look out at beach, river, waves, sky, gulls and wonder how we humans get off track. Sitting here, absorbed in the sounds of water and birds, it is impossible to not believe in, well I don't know what, but something.
My understanding of Tao is that I am all of this. My imagination extends to allow all of this to exist in me. There is no separation. Sitting here, that feels true.
Yesterday as I walked along the ocean, a mist touched my face so delicately, I could feel each drop of moisture, each kiss, and I thought of how we may doubt at times our significance, but each drop does matter, is felt.
I can see the man-made structure on the beach from here. It stands pyramid tall against the rolling flatness of the sand. Mankind builds shelter and comes together in groups and the waves rise as one and come apart and sitting here, it all makes sense, the rise and fall, life and death, immersion, cohesion, all moving as One.