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Bruce Lee

Bruce Lee

All Streams Flowing East or West

All streams flowing East or West
Must flow into the sea;
The current from the middleland
Sweeps by the lonely island.
 
Gold and silver pebbles mingle,
Seaweed and kelp interlace.
Streams born from mountain snows
Grow to swelling wave.
 
The full—blown arc of quew moves
In race against the grey
Caps of white like beats of heart
Are pulled within the wave.
 
The wave from mountain peaks becomes
Hammer to sculpture rocks,
To leave chiseled shapes and polished surfaces.
From boulder to rock to sand.
And with the final thrust the sun
Throws wave upon the shore
The jellyfish in weariness
Nestles in a pool.

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