Falling Water

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