A Garden Amongst The Weeds

A Garden Amongst The Weeds

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Echoes from the canyon walls of raindrops on the river.

Resonance of rocks bouncing off rocks

Layered shadows of trees traced on trees.

I sit still. Very small in time.

River spirit sings while she moves mountains.

Forever spins on her axis shedding bits of eternity, picking up bits of time.

Letting go of self, awakening to the mind.

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