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25.3.12

I Am Your Ocean...

I am your healer when
even your healers are poisoning me.
I relax you when you are nearly
too tired to reach me. You
don't have to work:
I take care of everything.

I balance your vision
for you can see far
across my vast expanses,
and fantastic creatures may
wash up on my shores.

Subtly, everything about me changes
every moment, every day, every year,
gently, without burnout.

I polish glass for your pleasure.
You don't have to do anything,
but pick it up.

Your muscles strengthen
by working with my sand
hard work, without punishment.

Spend time with me, and
I will give you perspective.


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