Oh sweet Atlantic,
let me sink to the most deep
for when I am beneath your waves
funny, I find it easier to breathe.
I find my unearthly paradise,
everything is suspended in
exquisite animation, for miles of
everlasting sea.
Sweet child, do you
understand the utmost power
of the tides?
They will take you anywhere and everywhere
with or without your consent in mind.
A wise woman once told me
an old native story,
about paddling your canoe through the
river of life.
There are people,
who try and fight the current
after a short while, they become
too tired to carry on;
thus, they are swept away on whichever
path the water may follow.
There are people,
who simply lay back
and expect the river to take them
wherever they want to go,
they expect, no matter what
it'll guide them home.
But, rivers have a mind of their own
and they are quickly swallowed
by the water as their canoe
shatters on the sharp river rocks.
Then, there are those
who learn to navigate the river
who know when to fight the current
to avoid the most trecherous boulders
and to also know when
the water is taking them on the
journey to love, bliss and nirvana
just around the riverbend.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Oh sweet Atlantic,
let me sink to the most deep
for when I am beneath your waves
funny, I find it easier to breathe.
I find my unearthly paradise,
everything is suspended in
exquisite animation, for miles of
everlasting sea.
Sweet child, do you
understand the utmost power
of the tides?
They will take you anywhere and everywhere
with or without your consent in mind.
A wise woman once told me
an old native story,
about paddling your canoe through the
river of life.
There are people,
who try and fight the current
after a short while, they become
too tired to carry on;
thus, they are swept away on whichever
path the water may follow.
There are people,
who simply lay back
and expect the river to take them
wherever they want to go,
they expect, no matter what
it'll guide them home.
But, rivers have a mind of their own
and they are quickly swallowed
by the water as their canoe
shatters on the sharp river rocks.
Then, there are those
who learn to navigate the river
who know when to fight the current
to avoid the most trecherous boulders
and to also know when
the water is taking them on the
journey to love, bliss and nirvana
just around the riverbend.
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