There is a dance between duality. The tide works through us, as it - the rest of the universe.
A dance between the dichotomy of confinement and freedom.
Discipline that contrasts with spontaneity, but does not dampen it.
We must bind ourselves first, to create a boundary for our freedom to roam, a home for us to return to.
Left to the wind, the sea spits foam without focus.
Under the guidance of the moon, the sea forms a tide.
Confined chaos.
The tide breathes, with all of her creations.