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Deep Into a Shallow Path

By Zoe Parra


Deep into the ocean

shines a sunset sky,

where the flawless current

releases the mind.


Deep into the ancient sand,

where the secrets hide,

thin grains of wisdom

whisper in a certain rhythm.


Nature and life 

happily collide.

Nature and life 

worryingly doubt.


In an island full of water,

both in sea and land;

in an island full of green,

both in land and heart.


Deep mountain water,

deep shallow sky…

let destiny bridge 

to this fate so soft and blind.


Calming boats and shaky waves.

Low tide and rocky sand.


High trees and pink pink flowers.

Brown soil and turquoise turquoise waters.


Horizon full of lights and shadows…

do contribute to these wonders and yearnings.


Triggering reality full of magic and moonlight…

do answer to these thunders and healings.


Deep into the waves.

Deep into the clouds.

Deep into the feelings

that mistakenly arise.


Staggering possibilities

are crossing the mind;

odd afflictions

are reigning the heart.


Shaky boats and calming waves.

High tide and smooth sand.


Red red flowers and small trees.

Blank blank waters and gray soil.


Consciousness flows

in the midst of an eternal tempest.

Flows of consciousness

arrive at the soul, so earnest.


Menacing shoreline where dreams fade;

warm twilight where stars lay…


shallow blinding sea;

shallow mountain sky…


for the sake of this desire,

sweet isle where longevity thrives…


for the sake of this hopeless wish,

sweet isle where verities unleash—

let this path be not so tearing and deep!


By Zoe Parra



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