Loma Linda University - Priorities Yearbook (Loma Linda, CA)

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In shallow men, the fish of little thoughts cause much commotion. In oceanic minds, the whales of inspiration create hardly a ripple. Rhythm. Fluid rhythm. Rhythm that flows. The water, sister of Fecundity, rises and falls. The salt, the spray cleanses. This brisk alacrity strips my dirty, worn layers away. The body so strong, so deep, It lends itself to sundry protean forms. The turbulence evoked on the surface Is imperceptible beneath. Inward, underneath, Down into the aquatic. Immersed in stability. It is dark. It is immutable. Almost immortal. Neal Stevens

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Images of broken light Which dance before me like a million eyes. The flame rises at the sulfur ' s instigation. The candle flickers only slightly. Upward dances the trail of warmth. It pierces its perceiving clean blaze. The smoke mingles and merges with the fragrance of jasmine. Frankincense, that is, incense to be sincere with. The fire sings the stray tendrils of hair That invade its domain. This pungent ambience permeates my little cubicle; It is my cell, my womb. Four- walls form my outer periphery. A desk, a bureau, a bottom bunk bed, These are my physical parameters. I feel free, I feel comfort, I feel sacred Here in my consecrated receptacle. Jay WiUiams Visual Enlightenment 13

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' j.A u ] )rr ' vT , t -c ' - Jay Williams The river flows tranquilly on, And the flowers are red. Now, before me, the dead trees come alive. I embrace and cherish the silence. My senses are withdrawn, my actions mitigated. The tumult of my mind is stilled. I cease my battle with emotion. Within my head I still hear undulation; I still see light on the curtains of my eyelids. At last, I center myself. I do nothing. There is nothing to be done, really, In petty trivialities. Nurturing contemplation is luxurious and edifying. Life is just a game. It is all a game. I may play it well, but after the chess pieces are stored away in the box. Reality is ever-present. Because Reality is. You are. I am. Peace be with you. Silent Running Summer 1984 Visual Enlightenmcm 13