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RIDE THE RAGING OCEAN
Max Reif
Ride the raging ocean, mates,
ride the stormy sea.
There is a port across the deep
where anchors weigh.
Ride the mast-high waves, mates,
crashing all around.
You're heading for the Silence
that dissolves all sound.
Ride the seas of chaos, mates.
Ride out the tongues of hell.
Morning will bring peace
and a buoy's quiet bell.
Ah, ride the mountain swells, mates,
sail steady and you'll find
the tranquil ocean of the Soul
surrounds these gales of mind.
JOURNEY FROM Here TO HERE, p. 33
1981 to 2013 © Max Reif
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