walking the perimeter.

my soul flows like the waters of
this stream, a story under every
stone, every pebble;
energy in every current, some
fast and some slow (but
all is me), sometimes
shallow and sometimes deep,
meandering, moving and
ever-changing, but
the water always
find a way to where
it is supposed to be.

earthy smells rise from
the riverbank and fish dart left and
right in whimsical play, safe within
their crystal and sunlit habitat;
my toes run across
a floor of river rocks, some
smooth and round, others
broken and sharp (but all
are mine), sometimes the
waters rise and sometimes the
meadow grasses thirst for rain, but
the mountain supplies her endless well
from deep within.
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bubbling water cascades over and
around, creating the sounds of
comfort, the sounds of home;
this stream runs through
my soul, and today i am
walking the perimeter.