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SUNRISE AT LOW-TIDE

 People are looking for the quick and the short; fewer words, less meaning. I’ll say it loud and I’ll say it clear, I am wordy. I want depth, substance. A rich, complexity of layer upon layer which you can’t find in a sentence or two. Soul deep penetration. I don’t want to float on the calm surface at low-tide where the conversation is safe and acceptable. I want to dive into the depths of the abyss where the unknown breathes fair and foul.

What do you think?

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Written by Andre Hartslief

MY 2016 VIRILY BIO

Hello, I’m Andre’ Hartslief, Tranquilpen© 2008 “I finally discovered, that man’s whole purpose, is not to do the right things in life or to be good, to be successful or famous. Our entire purpose in life is to express divinity unto everyone and everything. How we do that, is by transforming ourselves completely, from an old state of existence to a new state and if we start removing those limitations piece by piece, It is only, then, that the Creator of the universe and all life, will begin to express himself, unbridled through us.

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    • Dear Linda, as you know, writers are MOSTLY the “Lone Rangers” of the ether, for truth and justice, two principles that are usually, best left unexplored… Yet if we could only make some real inroads on those principles before departing this life, we will have completed that which, I believe, we came here to do in the first place. This is why I end off this above view on a positive note:” I want to dive into the depths of the abyss,(Truth and Justice) where the unknown breaths fair and foul.”
      Thank you, my friend, For commenting.

    • Thank you, Doc, “Sunrise At Low-Tide” Dedicated to Doc Andersen
      There really is something spectacular at ebb-tide in the pastel shades of dawn, The thunder of the flow-tide now past has washed away all signs of men, yet the serene silence just before the wavelet which gave birth with an audible plop, to the fizzing white foam, slowly reaching for my toes, speaks louder to me still, than Beethoven’s 5th in C Minor. ~ Tranquilpen

      • i love it – the gentle kiss as the ocean pulls back to reveal yesterday’s treasure where there had been water. We walk along that beach seeking the one that that will finish our dreams.

        Grasping that one thing we walk joyfully to the edge of the surf, and become one again with the sea.

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