Sometimes I find myself basking,
in a scintillating sea of colossal mass,
yet of benign character,
as its waves chafing against my body,
flushing of water whispering beside my ears,
Quieter and quieter as it goes,
Lucid it is in my mind,
the sound of nature,
magnanimous, omnipotent still,
kind enough to mercy my soul,
that in such a peaceful world it is, that I am in,
Torments and contrite follow my path,
As the sempiternal saying of the sea refers to,
"My dear, my dear. Pitiful you are.
Dormant in your own universe.
Restricted in your idle state.
Take a drop of my blessing still.
Bestir and meet me at the far earth's end."
