I

I stand at the edge of the river
As the river leaves me behind
On its journey of a lifetime.
The more I watch it,
I find myself going with it,
Unburdening myself,
Gradually losing connections
And forms, following the waters
Into the water's
Movements and music.
Movements and music of distant mountains,
Undiscovered waterfalls,
Clouds reflected in crystalline lakes

And in a mysterious alchemy,
A renewed sense of being,
A reincarnation,
I travel the river's lengths
Until I am lost in an ocean.

II

I stand transfixed
In the river's movements,
A fallen leaf
Unrolling and unrolling
Through elemental baptisms,
A subterranean chorus
Singing untranslatable hymns,
With the hands of naiads
Passing over me,
Stripping me clean
Of everything I once was,
Immersed in the water's movements.
Where the water's movements
Transcend the water itself,
Outside of the world
And it's stones.

Dissolved in the spirit.

III

Within the river,
I hear voices
Calling me out of myself
And I come out of my skin,
Uncurling into whirlpools,
Currents, ripples,
Reflections of the sky,
Waterfalls.

I throw myself over,
Stretched into threads,
Ribbons off expressions,
Moments hanging in mid-air.