This week i found myself pondering the constant, shapeshifting change that surrounds us. The cycles of birth and rebirth. It lead me to imagine - a conversation amongst clouds, each recalling an incarnation . . .
. . . do you remember what it was like the last time you touched the earth?
i reflected the light of sun and stars as a still pond
from ground to leaves i surged through the veins of trees
i merged into the rolling, rollicking waves of an ocean
on grass i gathered in a thousand dewdrops
capping the poles, frozen i remained a while
tongues touched me as i quenched their thirst
as a small brook, jumping over rocks i sang
from cavernous aquifers i emerged
once more to rejoin a river in the sky
We all are gatherers of experience in the living, unified web.
