The Trickle

The Trickle by Odin Roark But from a trickle Streams of consciousness coalesce Cascades enjoin seasoned rapids Buffered by endless boundaries Urged forward by more surging tributaries Such adventurous energy Wants only the oneness of here and now The sustained awareness that perpetual peace is flux A truth preparing for the next change How lonely such a journey The cumulative drip of awareness This ethereal urgency at times made to pause Knowing so few wish to aspire beyond The “winning” limitation Such is transcendence Where gathering to its singularity Accepts not of separation Of predator and prey Only the pinpoint known as nothingness And everything Perhaps… For every frozen hesitancy There waits a child A newborn A biological energy in process Anxious to understand how simple yet complex This existence labeled life truly is Trickle by trickle