she doesn't end
when there is no rain
she doesn't martyr herself
or cringe
nor avoid gravity
she continues but to flow
always
never for a moment
taking her fingers off
any unturned stone
there is no labor involved
she simply connects with all
there is
the story in the headline
makes no difference to her
blood
spilled
from death
or birth
is no curse,
no curse,
but nourishment
renewal
vivation
for there can be nothing apart from Her
the river runs deep
it isn't a bridge we need
but a falling in
a falling
in
with her
this river
can never separate
from the river,
the deepest river,
rushing through you
the One
River
Mother
Love
love,
joy
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