Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Whole Way

I was frolicking in a gloomy pool
before I felt a need to quench my thirst.
And so I stopped to let the water settle.
Feeling the current, I followed its rush to an inlet.
That stream was strong and crystal clear; it tumbled
down a mountain slope electric white
water, vivid life-giving, straight from the source.
I rested in its course and flowed upstream,
although to other eyes it would appear
I stumbled over rounded boulders, sank
in sandy hollows, scrambled over treefall,
always in ascent. Between two slabs,
the unseen source is always finding me—
I am rushing from my whole to be.

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