In valleys where waters flow freely

Sliding through confines of the mind.

Wishing only to find some relief,

Cutting paths, caressing the soil

Of a newly drawn current, a stream

Capable of bringing lower life to rise.

It’s in these times we might wonder

If everything always has to measure

To the state of mind of the observer,

Drifting aimlessly through borders.

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It’s now I wonder about thought,

How it does flow through my mind,

No particular goal, no seeming order,

Just keeping me running downstream

Unable to gather alone in my peace.

It’s then I know there’s a pool ahead

Where everything lands and lives

Holding court in a forever place.

It’s where I’ll stay until some storm

Sends me wafting aimlessly again.

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It’s in these low places I seem to land,

Always wishing winds yearn me away.