Quiet at the source
But rises with its each displacement,
As man does not, nor his family,
Reteaches its flow-
Everything is elsewhere,

Swings into shape its consciousness
On the swimmer's hip.
The angular desire of the stone
Turns the river's run
As it steams in the sun

Entire ocean to space,
Without dying disappears
To be born anew as rain,
Blessed from above
As the dance of eternal balance.

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