The waterfall is full of living mirrors. Each droplet is my mother, or my son. Soon, I am caught in the flow and its rhythms, and vital essence leaps between us, fertilizing, speaking. Their voices pierce my root, it morphs and warps, the world cracks, and in the crevice there revealed a mystery sings, shot through with stars — infants and ancients, transforming together.

Nov 27, 2010

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