I
back to land, to
numbers, screens, digits, dials,
quotas, schedules,
alarms. my heart recalls well
days at sea, but already forgets
the lessons learned there. i am in
need of some words, some mantra, some
prayer perhaps, to remember these things–
II
what i do not know is
vaster by far than the
rolling wave of what i do.
what is great and greatly
unkown can be either
feared and shunned or
wondered at, praised,
beloved. i have seen many things.
there are many more i will
never see–
yet all things, whether
teariest pleasure, creeping weeping joy, or
darkest, deepest terror, all will
someday end–
the edge of one ocean is
too, the border of another, newer one,
not yet traversed,
holding more wonders,
more joys, more fears,
and yet more lessons to learn
and recall when needed most.
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