Believing that everything is pure.
I sit for a moment,
Knowing that everything is dominant, and that nothing is feeble.
I sit here,
With my young, fickle soul
Reflecting on the vastness on what we call the 'sea'.
And with all the vastness surrounding, I still remain.
And though there are many creations abundantly filling that vastness,
They all remain as well.
They float around carelessly, in the thrashing vastness.
Proving to myself, that no matter how large the vastness,
No worry may come that I shall dissipate.
Presence is presence,
No matter how large scene.
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