The “stream” is a living symbol.
Existence begins innocent
In fresh rain and snow,
Left on the mountain top forgotten below
Left to sustain the continuous flow
Virgin water entering again
In a new journey in fertilization
Of life and manifestation
A Wondering of the new story
It will bring to what it spoke before
Or is it a blind passing
In forgetting yesterday
And getting deeper and harder into today’s task
As it becomes more and more
Like before
What does it remember of what it carries within
On its unseen journey to the sea?
Only Death now holds the enrichment
Of its previous journey now held
In the passive calm of swamp life
Like an old man waiting to be carried into the sea,
Lost and drowned in unimportance,
Then to vaporize and rise up again
Into the sky
Creating a new cloud
Again in earth winds drifting by
To return to the mountain top
Where it all begins again
On a new journey as water’s rain,
Clean and cleared from the past.
As history’s raindrops continue
Filling the library of life
In an ode to water
To sustain new meaning in virgin minds.