The longing to be like the river:
having neither mind nor beating heart
that may stop every rushing flow toward One
one of the great oceans—an upside down sky,
such is the view of the roaring river.
If a river can read and move deep within the carvings of the earth
If a river can pass through every weathering rock of the human soul
If a river can immerse in itself as it heads toward the inevitable end
Day in and day out, the river longs to be as a river ought to be
That is: an ocean, but not quite . . .