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Open Sea
When my doing is over
Find me on the open sea...
Letting my being expand
Letting my mind sleep...
I'll be in every drop of water
feeding off the sun...
by Lanxin Curto
Find me on the open sea...
Letting my being expand
Letting my mind sleep...
I'll be in every drop of water
feeding off the sun...
by Lanxin Curto
Please call me by my true names,
So that I can wake up.
And so the door of my heart can be left open,
The door of compassions.
Chief Seattle
So that I can wake up.
And so the door of my heart can be left open,
The door of compassions.
Chief Seattle
I am there
Look for me when the tide is high
And the gulls are wheeling overhead
When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
And one by one the leaves are shed
Look for me when the trees are bare
And the stars are bright in the frosty sky
When the morning mist hangs on the air
And shorter darker days pass by…….
I am the love you cannot see
And all I ask is -
Iris Hesselden
"I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout;
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying."
Henry Van Dyke
