Toys, toys, sculptures, and tools. What serves us, what comforts us, what helps us feel good.
In an ocean of pressures, signals, urges, and pulls,
one can stray endlessly searching for a clue. An aim, a purpose, a meaning, a truth - anything that can help comfort the crew.
More money, more friends, one's own forever-lover. Approval, redemption, food, knowledge, movies. Safety, stability, a tribe to hold me. Patterns, power.
In the ocean these buoys signal us, they mark and color the world. And the ones that call us, we seek them, there is something there, let us explore. With newness, with our whole self. And delve into the riches, the lessons, the experience these buoys hold for us. Explore, enjoy, feel the places?, shapes, angles, textures.
Integrate. And remember that the moon's reflection is not the moon.
And when shore leave is over, trust that you know and feel when it is over. And fear not to seek anew if called, for no buoy nor island holds the truth you feel.
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