froth

Everything is being born. Continuously. Everything is dying. Continuously. Everything is turning into everything. Continuously. The One-without-a-second is forming and unforming. This froth on this wave of the Ocean chatters to itself and to the other frothiness. Prayers are sometimes sent out. Prayers of adoration and thankfulness. Prayers of petition. The petitionary frothing says to the waving of the Ocean make it this way, please. No matter which way the waving waves it is then called the Ocean's will. The adoring thankful frothing rides the wave and its waving with a heart of bliss and an inner smile. No petitions. It knows it is the Ocean frothing.