Sunday

02042018

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.