Vol 9, Num 19 :: 2010.10.22 — 2010.11.04
Let me melt into the ever-changing water,
fresh flowing in the always-now of eternity
or, that little fish in flux, who sees the world as heavens’ elusive reflection;
I would be the gray crayfish coming out from under the rock,
leaving the dark — hermit no more feeding on the shadows of ambivalent algae
and, oh — to be the leaf floating, thoughts rollicking on a rapid
on the streaming mirror of marvel —
following flow, not fighting the current,
accepting the sliding truth.
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