The Stuff of Life
There is a river flowing somewhere
underneath the mind.
I came across it just the other day,
but did not see the source,
and happily for me,
I could not watch it drain into the sea.
For this quixotic flow is not
for some creation, but forever;
endings are unthinkable.
It is the bloodstream serving consciousness,
the sole reality we know.
Soluble within, it is
the DNA of beauty,
passion, sacrifice and joy...
of loss subsumed forever in a breath...
of gratitude and loyalty...
of peace that enters on a holy death.
So it is that everything we are
is quintessential mystery
that broods, like God,
upon the face of shadow waters,
in turn to bathe our feet
with Love.
~
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