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08/13/09
A Lake
Everyone should have a lake in the valley of his soul, A body of water and a shore to contain it, Give it a shape that imagination can embrace —
Not so boundless as to be a cauldron for the elements Yet not so tame, either, That its worshipers drown in boredom, lassitude, languor —
A refuge to which world-weary journeyers can retreat, To restore the forgotten pleasures of the heart: Tranquillity, solitude, solemnity, serenity, calm,
The sense of peace that draws its seekers inward, Beckoning them to peer into the lake's depths, Connect with its intellect, the essence of its prescience,
The life-force that gives its molecules liquid integrity, Heals souls that repair to its shores, to bathe, Redeems them of their ennui, makes them whole, sacred.
08/13/09
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