tributary

"the same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures." --rabindranath tagore

this morning's webs

caught by slanting sun

moss backlit in

newly-spring to the

sound of many

waters

footfalls softly compelled

forge a path to river's edge

where i perch beyond words

my heart both the current

and the stone, ever-moving, standing

still

such canopy of firs will soon carry

nature's evensong--such breeze unbridled!

soul and window flung wide at the

confluence of dreaming and dawn

to catch her tune and wake myself with

singing

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