Today I watched the river
I heard a cadence of consistency-
A pulsing, a rushing acting with
Ardency perhaps and yet no,
It was actually nothing
like it at all, really
While the water moved in endless
urgency, it was I who saw it that way,
that was my story I was tossing
out and dressing it up with
Reckoning with this habit,
I noticed with clearer vision-
water approaching a large boulder
And it climbed itself along
its surface in smooth strength
until it couldn't any longer
The dimensions were just not
fitting any further for the flow
to pass over
And the current was forced
to split itself in two
And as I watched this
endless process of
climbing and splitting and sliding
only to
careen away and fall much further
below
I thought to myself
It's right there, I know
A blissfully simple and yet exquisite bending
Just as there is no individual drop of water
in a river
There is no I in Self
It is the moon
It is the sun
It is the earth
And sky blending
the water and us
straight into one
Today,
watching the river,
this was what I saw.
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