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Friday, September 3, 2010

Poem- The River

I watch the river as it flows by,
branches glide on its surface.
Stillness surrounds me-
I am in my being.
Observing,
Witness to its movement.
Direction,
Coming and going.
I am empty.
No space to occupy my thoughts-
I watch them pass by.
I tend to no thing.
I don't have to-
My spirit requires nothing.