the river's soft skin slows wild rapids of my heart running to the sea
~a short meditation on water, one~
When you go to the water—be it river, lake, pond, pool or puddle, or the ocean—do you not wonder what world is there, underneath that surface? Surely it has its own ongoings, and a deep story on the other side of seen. Behind these eyes, beyond these body-bound perceptions, what emerges? Can I just be, the water? All fluid, swirling, and free?
skin the surface skin of water is its own song of an unseen underwater world where together with my love we dream we dream and we dance this heartbroken this wounded and oh so weary, world anew