Frothing, swirling, gushing powerfully
through the course carved over millennia,
water tumbles in a torrent that rips and scours.
In other places soothing, languid, meandering, here it promises death,
******* in and spitting out, a violent turbulent end.
If not death it brings rebirth.
A new being spewed into a new reality.
Nothing and everything is changed.
A new consciousness is born with crystal clear awareness
of the simple wondrous blessing of life.
It is here I wish to stand, scoured and tested,
the viscous stultifying clutter of the past torn away.
Clear sighted, I would truly know the wonder of being,
a fierce burning joyful knowing,
rejoicing in the miracle that is life.
And if this gift of new awareness came to me
how long might that pure joy and wonder last?
Too soon it might be gone and I the poorer.
But tested I’d have seen a truth that would not fade,
that by simply being, just simply being, brings peace.