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Meditation by a River

 

On the bank beneath a tree I stand,
At the brink between earth and water.
A crash of wings and a heron ploughs the sky,
The fisher gone, its prey slides from under cover.
Overhead squirrels dance from twig to branch,
I let myself drift.
My eyes follow sunlit ripples,
My ears lulled by the chuckling stream.
The air shimmers with the wings of flies,
While flowers tremble at the touch of bees.
The sun warms my body,
Drawing the watery scent to fill my nose.
Birds call, and I am drawn to an ancient realm.
My body tingles in recognition of a voice,
Vibrant with life, I am joined once more with Nature.
The wheel turns and all things pass, as they must.
As ducks squabble, I am returned.
Confined within myself once more,
However, no longer alone.
I leave this place as I found it.
It leaves me alive.

© Kev2004

 

Dedicated to the spirit of the R. Crane

 

 

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