The River Bed
Riffles, catching debris as it passes.
Holding on to that which seems small
Only to be dislodged when bigger comes
Tiny and precious can dwell deep down
Only to be washed out by a flood
Disrupting patterns disrupting patterns
Then calm ensues, new patterns emerge
That which was hidden emerges
But with that a new path is forged
A new stream to wash away
Make a new place for settlement
And once again the life path flows
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