Seek not ye the things that are dead,
Of the rumbles that create thunderstorms,
Nor noise against stillness not yet formed.
Seek then like I did,
Upon the waters of a running stream,
Nurturing its flow, like that on a tireless pursuit,
To meet creation at the deepest ends of the seas.
It is there that you find the treasures of a longing heart,
Of bounty, of freedom, of enrichment, of depth.
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