Dive into the river of oneness

Come, Spring;

Run your warm fingers through the snows
until they turn to liquid at your fiery touch
and cascade down the mountain side,
a silver stream, leaping and tumbling
joyfully down the rocks
to merge in ecstasy at the water's edge:

All that plummeting and rushing and sound
suddenly quenched
with a final dive
into the river of oneness
that swells with delight
and moves inexorably
to the sea.


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