Seek not ye the things that are dead,

Of the rumbles that create thunderstorms,

Nor noise against stillness not yet formed.

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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.

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It is there that you find the treasures of a longing heart,

Of bounty, of freedom, of enrichment, of depth.

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