Friday, September 6, 2013


 Things are coming together, meanwhile things are falling apart. 

Waves break at the shore, and the sand takes it all in time. 

 The crash of water pounding on rock, 
breaking it into tiny crystals, 
is music to my ears. 

River water rushes over rocks; 
smoothing edges into soft curves.

Are your pockets full of stones? 

Cannot pass thru the gate withholding

Doors aren't only a metaphor, they swing both ways.
Open your third ear and listen to the water of your heart.

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