To see two waters raging at each other --
the Pacific's wrath,
the China Sea's anger.
One wonders, when peace and stillness would come?
To be flooded by life's turmoils
To be submerged by ones own boils
I listen to myself,
when would you come --
peace and stillness?
But then, a voice comes
whispering to ones ears
"Be still and be quiet;
I am here. It is I.
Be not afraid."
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