The wave without becomes a wave within,Semblance of a transcendental self
Unmoved by the cool carnage of its motion.
Nor ought we not recover from this ocean
And build once more upon its nameless gulf.
May our love be at the heart of being,
In which all loved ones lost might
Rise again....
Fly upon imaginary wings
Over every dark and windswept storm.
Rise above all turbulence and harm
Yearning for eternal peace and joy.
Even as the winds your worlds destroy,
In you there is an alien voice, and calm,
Giving forth the word that rapture brings:
Holy is all life and death!
There is a paradise within each breath....
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