Calm yourself, dear soul;  
the difficult times do not last forever.  
Everything comes to an end,  
and sometimes an ending is simply the universe's way of giving you time to recognize that your path is shifting.  
The direction you take will ultimately lead you home.  
Embrace the shift and listen closely to its whispers.  
Just as you can hear the echo of wisdom within a seashell you’ve picked up from the shore,  
you too can hear this guidance if you quiet your mind and soul enough to listen.

-Rhia Clay

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The gentle waves whisper secrets to the shore
As the seashells glisten in the sunlight
A symphony of colors, shapes, and textures
Each one with a story to tell

The ocean breeze carries tales of distant lands
Of pirates and mermaids, of shipwrecks and lost treasures
The rhythm of the sea drums in my heart
A lullaby from Mother Nature's own lips

I walk along the sandy shore
Feeling the cool water tickle my toes
A sense of peace washes over me
In the presence of this vast, eternal world

I pick up a seashell, hold it to my ear
And listen to the song of the sea
A melody of memories, of dreams, of hopes
Echoing through the chambers of my soul

can i be a seashell?
part of a whole
forgotten, buried in sediment
slowly chipping away
and turning into sand

can i be a seashell?
found amongst the grain
an incomplete half
yet kept solely
because they found me pretty

can i be a seashell?
a collector's item
displayed on a shelf
collecting dust

it's better than wasting away
only to get kicked up
or thrown in someone's eyes

i wish i was
a seashell.