Stillness in the Flow

Stillness in the Flow

Standing in the stream
immersed in the moment
I seemed to move rapidly with the flow,
the mighty flow rushing to grow
into a flood of an awakening,
dizzying and eddying in its ripples.

The consciousness lulled,
I struggled to hold
to the world around
in a frenzy to cling to the feel of the feet
slipping on the shifting sands beneath.
I struggled long and then let go.

The water in a gigantic cycle
flowed around,
and I dangerously swayed on my feet.

A presence, immense in volume,
perfectly centered in the gore of the flow,
spoke in a submerged tone
of the sound of the sea,
the wind and the eagle's wing,
proclaiming its existence in all that flows--