My life is a river,
In it I flow,
I attempt to define IT, but how, I do not know.
It's not wide, it's not narrow,
Nor deep, nor shallow.
It expands out to I know not where.
And it pushes me around without a care.
When will the knocks, bumps and vicissitudes stop?
When will I reach the mouth,
that kisses the ocean,
and dissolve?
When will I reach this great ocean of truth and finally find an end? ...
to this longing ...
for peace.
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