there are often times
when my mind becomes changed
no longer a slow-moving stream
but a waterfall, a crashing wave, a white hot rapid
i do not turn my body to a boat
my skin does not become the sail
to carry me upstream
against the flow of my rushing mind
rather
i watch the eyes of another
observe their hands, their smile
for knowing the veridity of their being
turns the rapids to mist
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
there are often times
when my mind becomes changed
no longer a slow-moving stream
but a waterfall, a crashing wave, a white hot rapid
i do not turn my body to a boat
my skin does not become the sail
to carry me upstream
against the flow of my rushing mind
rather
i watch the eyes of another
observe their hands, their smile
for knowing the veridity of their being
turns the rapids to mist
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