Wash Over Me
I am laying in a mountain brook,
ever waiting for you to wash over me,
to feel your gentle waves caress and round
the rough-hewn boulders of my being.
Having witnessed miracles manifest
in morning dew, I now know the passage
of time is just another fiction, surely to evaporate
not in eons- yet in moments. Every change sought
by me, has already happened in this potentiate
field of wonder. I feel, again, the ripples folding into me,
rising, falling, gently etching away everything
that does not belong. Listening to the eagle’s cry,
I am awash in your water, ever present.
photography by xalanx
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.