Wednesday, October 22, 2014

THE SOUL IS A BOAT

The soul is a boat   the ocean sails.
Far on its distance and deeper within
It navigates the universe,  a  fin,
for harbor is the universe  an oar.


As the shore of an anchor   moors the tide
The wind-breathing of the sky  inhales
As existence a shoal of the sea spills
Beauty encircles   the hour returns


The beauty of the undulant waves bring
each orbits the weeping of the ages
and with swells of the size of creation
completes its renewal begins again


The soul is an ancient such mystery
it knows is equal to the seasons.

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