Don’t go and swim in the oceans of sadness

Yes they are there, yes they are there

Many’s the man who was led to his madness

Swamped in his suffering, found others there

 

But find out the place that can see the whole circle

Join up your heart with the heart of the world

Hold out your hands to the oceans of swimmers

Draw them out lightly - dry them with care

 

Till all of the world shall be there in the centre

No one left swimming, none in despair

Not one drop of sadness shall moisten the circle

Then the oceans will sing, the seas will be clear

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Bridget Belgrave

1981