- 1. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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- 12 Ridiculously Beautiful Ocean Poems
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Timeless sea breezes, sea-wind of the night: you come for no one; if someone should wake, he must be prepared how to survive you. Timeless sea breezes, that for aeons have blown ancient rocks, you are purest space coming from afar….
1. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs? Where is your tribal memory? Sirs, in that gray vault. The sea. The sea has locked them up.
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The sea is History. First, there was the heaving oil, heavy as chaos; then, like a light at the end of a tunnel,. Then there were the packed cries, the shit, the moaning:. Then came from the plucked wires of sunlight on the sea floor. Then came the men with eyes heavy as anchors who sank without tombs,. Bones ground by windmills into marl and cornmeal,. The Ocean has its silent caves, Deep, quiet, and alone; Though there be fury on the waves, Beneath them there is none. The awful spirits of the deep Hold their communion there; And there are those for whom we weep, The young, the bright, the fair.
Calmly the wearied seamen rest Beneath their own blue sea. The ocean solitudes are blest, For there is purity. The earth has guilt, the earth has care, Unquiet are its graves; But peaceful sleep is ever there, Beneath the dark blue waves. What are your favorite ocean poems?
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Go here to enter for a chance to win , or just click the image below. Good luck! I think I see people doing ballsy stuff and decide my comfort zone is a few notches down on that scale. If I see people attacking life at a ten, I will decide I am comfortable operating at a seven.
Your limiting beliefs are holding you back: here’s how to push past them
According to psychologist Dr Matthew B. James, we are not born with limiting beliefs about ourselves, but come to believe and embody our own limitations, sometimes consciously and sometimes not. Look at your life. Where have you subconsciously limited yourself and come to believe in it as truth? The good news is, when we become conscious of our own limiting beliefs, we can start to nudge the boundaries of what is possible, and what we are capable of. Here are a few ways to do that:. Photo: Angela Nikolau. Photo for inspiration and emphasis guys.
Unfortunately laws of physics still apply and as yet are unable to fly off skyscrapers unaided. Or did I just hang back and hope for them to approach me like I normally do? Like when I jumped on that Skype call with that magazine editor after confidently expressing all the reasons why she should take me on as a writer. And got off the call with my heart racing like sweet-holy-God-did-I-just-do-that.
12 Ridiculously Beautiful Ocean Poems
When you pretend to be brave your lady balls grow a little. And the bigger they are the braver you feel you are. So it comes to be that pretending to be braver and actually being brave is kind of the same thing.
The bravery or the ball? You get it. Look around at the people you spend the most time with.
What are they doing? Do they have goals? What are they doing to reach those goals? How do they show up in the world? Do they take up space? We are the average of the five people we spend the most time with. Sitting there at dinner with my friend the other night, the hot sauces spread out in front of us, I decided it was time to challenge some long-held beliefs about myself. He presented it in the palm of his hand as though initiating us into an exclusive club.
Am I only now just getting the feeling back in my tongue?