Flowing - January 24, 2013
Flowing
Dark river churns under owl moon,
breaks over rocks
shimmers under stars
slides through crevice
answering only to gravity,
singing the language of flowing.
She is rushing… languishing… melding,
responding
to conditions
meeting
change dynamically
negotiating
unconditionally
hollering
rage… whispering love
hearing no questions
simply
unfolding
unfolding
now...
and now...
and still now.
Is there invitation
for river
to dance
swirling….
spitting….
snarling……
in the
world of question-answer
do this-do that
do this-do that
barricaded,
blocked, banged
by the assault of
words?
Words that don’t flow with her
words that deny
her
words that
resist her
words
that talk about her
words that don’t
embody her.
She is growing,
sweeping 'round the words
sneaking under
the words
channeling through
the words
dancing and
joining with rivers
not
purposefully,
wisely
not
meaningfully,
mysteriously
not alone,
joining
not asking why,
flowing
with how
flowing
now,
flowing with
the always
now.
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