Greg Gaul Poet Couplet

The Seventh Wave

Oceans harbor many mysteries, some say too much.
Wave ends reach out to powdery sands, gentle foamy touch.
Beachcombers muse the seventh is always the largest wave,
Believing science isn't certain, it's only for the brave.
The universe teaches nature's rules, which seem so immutable.
Quantum particles always move, is their existence refutable?
Too early we learn principles not to doubt,
It's what certainty's absurdity is all about.
If you can't count on how waves come in,
How then does truth ever begin?
Calm down, calm down: learn to let it go, 
Some find happiness with what they already know.
Watch the Sanderlings on the beach, see how they behave,
You'll find your truth well enough, the joy you dearly crave.

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Ashok Kumar Mishra March 18, 2018 at 3:03 AM correlation between waves science and a living beings! nice one again. Greg Gaul June 23, 2018 at 9:26 AM So sorry I overlooked your insightful comment for so long. It's most appreciated. What was I thinking? Doing?

Emma Green February 14, 2018 at 10:13 AM Someone stands or sits to watch and learn by dint of sight then, converts thought to something far higher than middle C. You've taken a grain of sand and laid a golden beach.. this is special. Greg Gaul June 23, 2018 at 9:24 AM Apologies for missing your kind comment for so long, thank you so much.