There are no straight lines
Water spills over stones,
dances in the bright sunlight,
torn by rocks and gravity,
speeding towards
the next break in the stream,
where it pools and gently flows,
silent, almost still,
deep and peaceful,
the next bend sounding
a change you cannot see,
but can hear, a rushing
of waterfalls that pull,
always pull the water
down to chaos once again,
veering off to another branch,
like life,
where change does not come
in straight lines,
but is always out of sight,
peace and froth, waiting.
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The picture is from a stream near my house in West Pawlet. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
2 comments:
I'm learning to love those textures of life.
Hi Tom,
Life is certainly like that. Always a surprise around the bend.
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