"...imbued with emotional power." - KCUR/NPR (Kansas City)

Becoming the Brook


I lie on my side beside the brook
Propped up on a tight-clenched arm
I let it drop
And a million tight-clenched moments dissolve in the rushing water
Washed away with the decaying leaves and broken twigs
And all the windblown meadow’s offered up

The snow melts, the brook flows
The tall bent grass sways in the ripples
The heart melts, the tears flow
And grief becomes joy
Inner, outer
Death, life
The Water of Life
Flowing through my heart as it flows through this meadow

I lie with the brook
Enchanted by its song
Immersed in its rhythm
Merging, falling, melting, becoming