© 2012 French-speaking Association of Readers of the Urantia Book
Breathing like an ocean wave
Comes from the universe and returns to nothingness.
Inspiration is the flow
And the exhalation the reflux.
At the same time changeable,
And always constant,
She is, as are all waves,
Companion of laughter or lover of sobs.
She weaves her weft
In constant concern
And reveals the depths of the soul
Like the waves, those of the ocean.
Then marking the body
As the wave digs into the cliff,
She creates her decor
While healing ailments.
Superficial or deep,
She changes in a second
And becomes fertile again,
As long as we don’t scold her.
Mysterious, she reveals herself
to the bold one who knew how to tame it
And opens it to him, like the beauty,
The door to all his secrets.
Daughter of the Wind and the Sun,
Bearer of unparalleled Spirit,
She breathes the Life that the Ether transmits to her
As air marries water by whitening the sea.
If you put your hand to the plow
Don’t turn around to see
If the furrow is well traced.
But keep your sight on the edge of the field
And your furrow will be well traced.
(Book of Wisdom)
Yochin Tarutode
