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Water

The wind ripples across my back,
and sunlight paints my depths with golden streaks.
In this delicious moment of sound, light, and flow,
I fear the clouds will soon close in and end
my holy celebration on this remote autumn morning.
In time, I’ll change my shape to fit the long quiet night.
and dream of things I’ll never tell the sky
in deep winter sleep.

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6 thoughts on “Water”

  1. William Sheidley

    I like that poem, Eric. A good effort to imagine what (say) a lake might be thinking. –Bill

    1. Eric Stephenson

      Thanks, Kevin. As I was writing it, I realized how closely humans experience the same things. Then I thought about how we’re around 60% water and laughed a little. Best! –Eric

  2. Malcolm McCollum

    This is one hell of a poem, capturing the uncapturable, the joy of pure being and the ever present knowledge of its impending change into pure not-being. Maybe they’re the same thing, eh?

    1. Eric Stephenson

      Yes. I think it has to do with the beauty of non-duality captured in immediate experience. Thank you, Malcolm. –Eric

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