That is the Dream |
Ocean |
Conch |
It's the dream we carry in secret
That something wonderful will happen, That it must happen - That time will open, That hearts will open, That doors will open, That mountains will open, That springs will gush open. That our dreams will open - That one morning we will glide into Some little harbor we didn't know was there. (translated by Greg Larson & Camille Beaudry) |
This is the ocean.
Vast and gray, gravity itself. Yet just as the mind in solitary moments suddenly opens its shifting reflections to secret depths - so the ocean one blue morning can open itself to sky and solitude. See, the ocean gleams, I, too, have stars and blue depths. (translated by Robert Bly) |
You build a house for your soul,
and wander proudly in starlight with the house on your back, like a snail. When danger is near, you crawl inside and are safe behind your hard shell. And when you are no more, the house will live on, a testament to your soul's beauty. And the sea of your loneliness will sing deep inside. (translated by Robert Bly) |