"One Creature In Creation, One Drop To The Ocean"
rush, rush little brook
blindly bubbling,
rushing down stream
carrion collecting flotsam
jetsam banks junk "In The Wake" as
fast gasps of toil troubled
falls over bouncing edges
rickety rocks and anguished swampy mores
announcing loud next nascent rapid roar
flooded floundering dropping raw,
dropping roar
dropping silent now
arrival slow motion arrival ocean
The Mist Descends, separates sources
banks held, hugged, assuredly
as rivers ran and rose and now a forest fall re
turns, falling free fall calls
and yet,
when self same over flooded busy baby brook,
overflowing multi tasking swirling foamy white tips coming
Conceived, inserted inside earth The Source The Source, well well
Far Far Up Stream; drip, drop, drip, drop, droplets minute drip drop each one a solo cell
collide collude collect now as cells run wild, conceived
a great dividing, mountain ranging re routing waters rampant riding dam
head waters broken, then birthed, two magical drops collided created, delivered
slows to an incubated trickle; treated, rested, deeper,
we hear we see we feel far far more of Her,
The World Of Inner Warmth, The One,
Full Pivot Paradox, One Restive Beauty, One Wild Storm,
The Same The Same, no separation,
Her True Divine
Her True Full
Nature.