Pisces

I flow in the river and the river flows in me.
My arms flow with the down-stream current.

My legs flow up until I dilute into the mountain stream.
My form contours to the river; I am the river’s edge.

I crash against the rocks. When the river bends, I bend.
Pieces of me are placid in logjams,
While other fragments drown in the froth.
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The river splits and my soul splits.
My mind empties into the Ocean.

My heart converges from streams.
I flow through the veins of everything that’s real.

Yet the stream is nothing of what it seems;
Flowing, carving out a riverbed
for time to weave its dreams.
~ 10.08.2001