I’m stepping; I’m stepping

Into a stream.

It’s different; it’s different.

It’s different for me.

It’s changing; it’s changing.

So am I.

Every slight second,

The eye beholds

Something new and beautiful.

The river is running 

Somewhere downstream,

Cascading over boulders

And pebbles, and leaves

That have fallen 

Float, then sink

To the dark bottoms,

Elegantly.

My meditation, my sleep,

My dream

Takes me down the cool creek

Water, to be

At rest in the moment,

To feel, and to see 

Where time and the water

Take me.

For I have fallen

Into this time,

And I am enjoying

The cosmic ride

That is now.

I see it through eyes

Of peace and love,

Fearing nothing,

Judging nothing,

And not being judged,

I’ve taken myself

Out of the game

And into living.

I appear

And disappear 

To eyes that blink

In between the trees 

That line the creek bed.

But my eyes are wide open

Here on my boat.

I’m floating,

Floating on love,

Flirting with the dragonflies 

That drift along and share 

My air and this little part of the skies

And time with me.

-jenn