Oh virga, blue curtain in the sky
I envy you.
Suspended there in the glowing light
never do you fall upon the ground,
swirl down the drain,
or lose yourself in a muddy puddle.
Instead your icy tendrels
But I am a river
riding across the contours of this rocky earth
as the sea pulls me home.
I stumble over rocks and smash into trees
am stopped dead by dams
and am tainted by mines.
But the Beloved has graced me as well.
I sparkle in the evening light,
gurgle through pebble pools
slake the thirst of deer and rabbits
stroke the fins of trout
and reflect back the image of all,
showing the world its beauty.
That includes you, dear virga.
With your image rippling upon me
I come to know my ethereal self.
And then I see
that we are not separate.
Our true essence:
Photo: Jonathan Thorne from Colorado,
USA (Mount Columbia) [CC BY-SA 2.0
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