Non action is action. No decision is decision. Water seeks its level. It is in the simplicity of our acts that we see life with clarity. It is in nature that we can learn the truth.
I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. ~Henry David Thoreau
arriving as a rippling river,
with a furrowed field near by,
a falling leaf whispers its descent
through the clear sapphire sky.
touches a sturdy trunk
continuously curling underground.
“You will have to stand
as I continue to flow,”
the water intuitively knows.
The marrow of the trunk
is firmly grounded in its earth
to ponder and contemplate;
her burrowed roots creep and
drink the water’s life.
Sparrows of songs muse and
crimson fragrance fills the air,
caramel reed and moss stone
exhale and lay completely bare.
The gold of hibiscus water continues
its journey along the river's veins,
gracefully bending, and moving
around polished rock and deep caverns.
Drops of water fall back into place,
as a blue crane takes flight,
and the water knows like the bird
it is simply the flow of life.