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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