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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=401386" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sudden Waves of Shore-side Satori</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brush of wind flowing through the leaves of backyard trees<br>mimicking sounds of smooth crashing waves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tidal rush, <br> momentary shift in consciousness, <br>finding myself shore-side, <br>even smelling the crisp, sandy littoral air, <br>brought in with the squaw of the seagulls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Subtle moment of crystal-water-wind borne clarity - <br> Under the full noon sun, <br>hearing only the electric buzz <br> of the cicadas remote hum, <br> no machinery whatsoever <br> heard going off/on.<br>What peace! <br>  What bliss! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The various undulation of any certain great lake, <br>always manages to slake the hoarse voice caught the throat of my athirst soul, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">offering a dark empyrean chalice: a deep lustral glass<br>of pure pine-green wine, <br>served stirred with a crash of fresh foam on the rocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I quaff and quickly am drunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cleansed of my desires, <br>watching ships of <br>fame, power, influence, <br>image prestige and wealth, fade in the horizon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk, I sit, <br>I run without chase, <br>I do what I please, <br>my time no longer occupied toiling <br>with samsara's one-sided games.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My voice refreshed and anew, <br>my soul trills in high operatic octaves, <br>eclipsing the wings of summer sojourning seabirds</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No matter how far inland in <br>the state of Michigan, <br>If You listen close, if the moment's just right, <br>you'll hear the call of the lakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Michigan belongs to the lakes; the people, the wildlife, the vegetation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The essence of the waves transcends the water to<br>blanket and soothe the entire state <br>like a warm, ethereal mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gregory+Allen+Uhan">Gregory Allen Uhan</a><div class=q>
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mimicking sounds of smooth crashing waves.

Tidal rush, 
 momentary shift in consciousness, 
finding myself shore-side, 
even smelling the crisp, sandy littoral air, 
brought in with t..."></div>
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