Thursday, May 7, 2009

Poem Written on Twitter in Five Tweets

Swaths of newly green rivergrass on the far shore of this high tide current gives appearance that the river now begins to leaf as well.

Leafing river, laughing river, the river of life and the river of love, the river of springtime sings its manifestation of Pure May.

Beneath the leafing river, underneath the high tide currents, lies the living darkness of the ever-present never-knowing emptiness of all.

All the river, all this May and all the leafing loving living are reflections rippling from this deep and unknown silent undercurrent being.

And there’s nothing but this being, nothing known about this being, nothing one can do to be this being, but to be the being being being.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

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