looking out, out
miles of white crests,
crowns on the waves,
the desert of the sea
easy to imagine emerald
islands still far to reach,
hidden possibilities of
this journey, pearls, gold,
green trees and fruits
and love to come true,
warm soft arms waiting
and a voice in my ear
whispering at times when
i sleep in my dreams or
with tiny morning birds,
easy and treacherous
here is only cold and
endlessly moving sea
following the law and
the secret rhythms of
a universe, untamed,
unnamed, rising towards
the moon, in its dephts
monsters, beauty, the
delight of fishes and
the food for all, its
essence salt and water
and unfathomable
mystery. this is all.
cruel to the mind
searching a steady point:
all moves, all in change.
freedom for the soul
to stretch out and breathe
not bound to the ground:
fly, soul, fly, forever fly.
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