Riversong

The only way out of a circle is through the center Leap into stillness, grasp with empty hand Heaven lies close upon earth Where an endless stream flows forth Embracing the space between world and beyond Is like space between soul and another Nothing and everything As a blink shut nor open sees between As the breath rise and falling forms valleys between That river runs down from sky to the ground without making a sound I am the river and rise into form to speak, fly, suffer, why? I am the river I am the river but I am not the current I am stuff what life is made of I am color but not canvas I carry life with me wherever I go And there's no end or beginning Though I am not a circle