Falls of the liquid clear rushing and crashing transparency diamond sheeted beyond a glimmer of another world lies hope of an eye seen
Bewildering beat within skips in song thirsty I lavishly drink it in beauty perceived in a moment quenched as I survey the tumbling tears of creations cries
And there I saw your face in the high waters, it was ugly. I hated it because you discovered, the real me. Unselfish and wanting to distribute, unconditional love, Original falls short of an expression. I lost the sight of you along the hot water it was love it looked like lust.
Slippery, muddy, tropic path, foliage overgrown. Sheer rock face reaches skyward, water pouring, crashing down to a cool pool, overflowing. The jungle holds millennia, falling, falling, without rest.
