Updated: Feb 5, 2021
On the banks of a river
Spirit soars
Body clears
Mind vanishes
The sky looks for me
I am not to be found
That home from which words arise
Unto which words subside
The place the mind begins its journey
yet no mind reaches
More intimate than my own breath
More elusive than this moment
is you
is me
On the banks of a river
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