Bass Creek, off trail from Charles Waters Campground, Florence, Montana
Falling Water
The sound
Of falling water
Is flooding my ears
And my very existence
The sound
Of rushing water
Flows deep within my bones
And penetrates my soul
This is the sound
Of Life itself
Unstoppable Flow ... Life’s effervescence
Bubbling up, if only you will drink
That primordial sound
Resonating somewhere deep within you
Is the very birth of this universe
And a newborn’s first ferocious cry
You must tread, uphill, for miles
To reach the mighty headwaters of your Being
Until you can finally meet yourself
For the very first time
Revel in the cacophony
So often rough and tumble
Yet at the same time, somehow soothing
Once you come to realize ... "thou art that"
For there is … Only Being
