107.) It Ran Streaming Down . . .

It ran streaming down the silver rock face

Gliding, sliding, seeping from the overhang

Above – Alive in bright sunlight the cliff edge

Green with slimy moss and with creeping

Plants clinging fast to the high precipice,

Which was surely basking in this midday sun.

You never knew how you found it, or when

It overtook you, as you stared upwards at it,

It was just there, when you turned your head

The knowing, the being-known within you:

The water seeping through you, falling,

Calling in its glistening descent, until it found

Its place in you, in the deep pool there at your

Feet – As much the stuff of life to you as to the

Tree there, its roots and feet growing down

Into the slowly moving water, spilling so gently

From the pool, bringing much-looked for life

To the dry valley of rocks . . . and to you . . . for

You were awakened, now, you knew, you’d heard.

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