The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in
me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.
The heads of strong old age are beautiful / Beyond all grace of youth
I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.
The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.
Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.
Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves. We must unhumanize our views a little and become confident as the rock and ocean that we are made from.