a minute can go by quickly,
or so very slowly.
this minute… like driftwood
in this vast, gushing river.
other pieces of driftwood
swim together close by.
i float briefly, feeling the water
ripple over my skin. i immerse
myself in the sacredness of
this stream of nature.
i gather strength and wade
back to shore, a net of
driftwood dragging
behind me.
i feel empowered, refreshed,
energized.
i feel changed by my experience of
forcing my way down to the bed of
the river and allowing myself to be
carried up by the rush of water.
i feel here. in this moment. now.
no judgment. no attachment.
just observation. and release.
