In the divine Scriptures, there are shallows and there are deeps; shallows where the lamb may wade, and deeps where the elephant may swim.
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Shallows where a lamb could wade and depths where an elephant would drown.
quote by Matthew Henry
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Submerged
I have known only my own shallows -
Safe, plumbed places,
Where I was wont to preen myself.
But for the abyss
I wanted a plank beneath
And horizons…
I was afraid of the silence
And the slipping toe-hold…
Oh, could I now dive
Into the unexplored deeps of me -
Delve and bring up and give
All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,
That is yet the best.
poem by Lola Ridge
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Design
The drop seeps whole
from boulder-lichen
or ledge moss and drops,
joining, to trickle,
run, fall, dash,
sprawl in held deeps,
to rush shallows, spill
thin through heights,
but then, edging,
to eddy aside, nothing
of all but nothing's
curl of motion spent.
poem by Archie Randolph Ammons
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Isthmus
By the time my back was covered
With the black and stringy hair
I got rid of the last of my clothes;
Then I began to howl at night
Looking out over the green shallows,
Toward the Isthmus,
Where somehow I knew there dwelt others like me.
Also this is when I began to eat centipedes.
How to cross the short straight,
Get to the Isthmus?
I could swim it;
Or actually wade across.
And when I find them,
It will be time to eliminate them,
Letting my fur-covered hands crush them down.
Then, only then,
I shall be King of my world.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Though it Lash the Shallows that Line the Beach
Though it lash the shallows that line the beach,
Afar from the great sea deeps,
There is never a storm whose might can reach
Where the vast leviathan sleeps.
Like a mighty thought in a quiet mind,
In the clear, cold depths he swims;
Whilst above him the pettiest form of his kind
With a dash o'er the surface skims.
There is peace in power: the men who speak
With the loudest tongues do least;
And the surest sign of a mind that is weak
Is its want of the power to rest.
It is only the lighter water that flies
From the sea on a windy day;
And the deep blue ocean never replies
To the sibilant voice of the spray.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Lambs
He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps
His tender brother
Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
He feeds as a lamb might,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in fields of light
A lamb, his brother,
Feeds, and is clothed in white.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Accept now my dear friend
that there are days and nights
yin and yang
darkness and light
open highways and dead ends
that if there are daughters of Chaste
there too are the daughters of Lust
that if there are sons of Love
too there are sons of Hate
that there are mountains and plains
seas and deserts
prey and predator
victors and victims
accept my dear friend that this world is round
inside and out
rings of fire
depths of trenches
do not settle for the illusion of peace
and disregard the reality of war
accept my friend
there are fakes and genuines
morons and geniuses
blacks and whites and lots of shades between them
shallows and deeps
tongues and toes
embrace those days of sacrifices
and those other days of paradises
and when you have learned all these
you shall have taken wisdom in
have seen life at its peaks and lows
live it
the way it is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Shallows
AMONG the shallows where the sand
Is golden and the waves are small,
I love to lie, and to my hand
How many little treasures fall!
What shells and seaweed grace the shore,
What happy birds on happy wings,
And for companions, what a store
Of humble, happy, living things!
Yet the sea's depths are also mine,
And in the old days I used to dive
Into the caves, where corals shine
And where the shimmering mer-folk live.
I am the master of the sea
In deeps where fairy flowers uncurl;
That treasure-house belongs to me,
Those amber halls, those stairs of pearl.
But now thereto I go no more,
Because of all the argosies,
Deep sunk upon the ocean floor,
Where all the world's lost treasure lies.
Where loveless laughter curls the lips
Of wild sea creatures at their sport
About the bones of noble ships,
My ships, that never came to port.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Yellow Billed Spoonbill
By the lake shore in the shallows where the waters are still
He walks in water to his knees the white bird with yellow legs and long yellow spoon like bill
With his bill in the water as he walk moving from side to side
His prey water insects, crustaceans and tiny fish in the water weed hide.
He and his partner build their nest on a high branch of a tree
On her nest of sticks she lays four white eggs though sometimes two or three
They both take care of their young a bird devoted to fatherhood as well as to his mate
Food from their stomachs to their nestlings they do regurgitate.
On river rapids never seen the still waters they need
Birds of the inland lakes and dams in the shallows they feed
Of humans 'twould be fair to say they have a healthy fear
To a human standing on the shore they never venture near.
Yellow billed or yellow legged spoonbill are names they are known by
On the lake I see one yesterday he did seem rather shy
With his long yellow bill moving from side to side in the shallows he shuffled up and down
The shiest of the water birds in the big park by the Town.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Rocky Shore
The new man lives in a world that is always being created and renewed.
He lives in this realm of renewal and creation. He lives in life.
Thomas Merton
ancient lake
spirit of
glacier,
waves recede
and the bones of fish
swim
to summer
shallows.
day follows day;
sharp edges
blunt
to anger,
to blue
sky
until arise
souls, smooth
and wise.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Angler's Song
From the river's plashy bank,
Where the sedge grows green and rank,
And the twisted woodbine springs,
Upward speeds the morning lark
To its silver cloud -- and hark!
On his way the woodman sings.
On the dim and misty lakes
Gloriously the morning breaks,
And the eagle's on his cloud:--
Whilst the wind, with sighing, wooes
To its arms the chaste cold ooze,
And the rustling reeds pipe loud.
Where the embracing ivy holds
Close the hoar elm in its folds,
In the meadow's fenny land,
And the winding river sweeps
Through its shallows and still deeps,--
Silent with my rod I stand.
But when sultry suns are high
Underneath the oak I lie
As it shades the water's edge,
And I mark my line, away
In the wheeling eddy, play,
Tangling with the river sedge.
When the eye of evening looks
On green woods and winding brooks,
And the wind sighs o'er the lea,--
Woods and streams,-- I leave you then,
While the shadow in the glen
Lengthens by the greenwood tree.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart
All things uncomely and broken,
All things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
The creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman,
splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms
A rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things
Is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew
And sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water,
Remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms
A rose in the deeps of my heart.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The shallows
The shallows –
a crane’s thighs splashed
in cool waves
poem by Matsuo Basho
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The Shallows
Blake Lively, Óscar Jaenada, Sedona Legge
by Anthony Jaswinski from The Shallows (2016)
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A Few Ideas
The reaches of outer space is in the journey inward
The alchemy of the world is the marriage of Soul with spirit
Reconciled Love is the secret of the heart
The adventure of the interior is the story tellers treasure
Divine depths plumbed in the shallows of thought
Intimate understanding is knowing we are guests of life
The journey inward is to reach out to space
poem by Bullion Grey
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The Shallows [trailer 2]
Blake Lively, Oscar Jaenada, Sedona Legge, Brett Cullen
by Anthony Jaswinski from The Shallows (2016)
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Dawn
Dawn--
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Yosa Buson
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Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, frisking along;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, bleating a song;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, wearing fur-coat,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, looking so bright!
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, eating green grass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, let me first pass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, grazing so nice,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, what a surprise!
One of my first Children's Rhymes
poem by John Celes
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Wavelets
Wavelets
At Tsu in Shiga, your home, lady,
Your parting path,
Among the river shallows,
A glimpse brings grief.
poem by Kakinomoto no Asomi Hitomaro
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