river bed

stand again on the riverbed,
even if dry as a bone.
bottom of deep canyons carved,
exposed every sand and stone.
but i know, river’s not dead,
can you hear it?

now comes a small trickle,
this dry place studied, starts flow.
drops become streams, now cuddle
the roots and rocks you know.
you’re learning the leanings, this river,
can you see it?

now rushing, what’s cold is melting,
let it come up, both around and in you,
until in and out the same,
it’s washing, and life, a flow all new.
now it’s climbing, now it’s rushing,
can you perceive it?

now a river all consuming,
washes over your head.
let it take you, all you can do,
lay back, rest on river bed.
this river of life, brings peace.
can you let it?

always back to the river,
still not alone, i hope you know.
’til loved and cherished,
the only names you know.
can you receive it?