Ingredient 10...OCEANS

Testimony.  Glorious and true.  Reflecting every image of God, attesting to lunar scripture and solar urges, made as one and likened unto a kaleidoscope I dreamed of in my infancy.  I walk along, my feet made of miracles, in the wake of a breeze beset of an angel's wings.  I ask for the nothing I need in this foamy white moment.  The raging fire that solders the seam between body and soul surrenders to the tide on high.  I dream with my eyes open.  My heart receives a gift.  The Baptist whispers to me yet another riddle to unfurl as an accessory for my soul.  And, I ask for the nothing I need.