-Mahatma Gandhi
Ingurgitates the torrential rain,
And drinks, and gloats for drink again.
The roots of the great trees
Drank from the Earth,
And are supplied for,
Constantly, fresh and fair.
The Sea - the vast deep water body,
Which one might have judged
Have petite longing for Drink,
Drinks a million rivers up.
O! And the fiery Sun,
The drunken Moon,
The meddling Wind
And the snoopy Star.
All drank and toss by their own light.
They gulp and rejoice all the night,
Reveling in the Scope
That had shaped their form.
And so it seem all essence
Are clung to Adam's ale.
Thus i set my feet toward the Briny deep
To plunge therein and seal my fate
In harmony with these squad that have
Shared in the weal.
-Thomas Merton
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