Thursday, January 16, 2014

16 I Love ... water over rocks


That's something
you don't even have to
see
to appreciate or 
recognize.

You can 
close your eyes
and you know 
it's happening.

Movement.

Coming from a source.

Not stagnant.
Not laying.
Not sitting.

Moving.

Over and around.

Creating sound.

Creating
a memerizing motion
that draws your eye 
to it;
draws your soul
to it.

It says to me:
"I am moving.
You don't need to.
Sit.
Watch.
Listen.
I am
churning and stirring.
If you will stay
quietly
with me 
for awhile,
I will
stir
your thoughts.
I will 
move
your spirit.
You can watch as I go
on
and 
on
and 
on.
And wash over
your cares
and round 
your edges."


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