Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal? Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction? Do you think I am trusty and faithful? Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me? Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man? Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion? ~ Walt Whitman
Meet me in the waves so we can gently rock upon the sand and fall upon each other within the darkness of the deepest sea and give to the ocean her song of stillness Let us sway with her sea grass like a flag of beauty that she brings to battle For every mountain swallowed within her is but a grain of sand placed in an oyster shell Even the islands will be her gown upon our wedded bliss Her rains will come to the highlands and bear down fruit of many trees Though man will divert the rivers and dam the flows Oh the patience of the water will break down and erode every low place to deep canyons We will pool and calm the lake waters until it is clear like a crystal ball in our hands