When I was so far from the sea
I asked her for her rhythm of water upon rocks
She brought me to a roaring waterfall
The steady torrent
Of unyielding water
Over ancient striations of stone
Sound thundering in my ears
I asked her, where is the rhythm in this overwhelming deluge
And she patiently sat with me
First, there is the one you know you are seeking
So quiet beneath the flowing tumult
Notice it softly on the rugged banks
How the currents lap against the shale
This is the pulsing rhythm of your heart and breath
Next, feel the vibration from the ground in your feet
So vigorous in its energies
See how the nearby leaves tremble on the shuddering tree branches
How the plunging water reverberates both in earth and air
This is the resonating rhythm of your spirit and your soul
Last, come here again over the days, months, and years
So much changing for you both
Watch how the outpouring surges in the heaving of storms
How the flows grow cold and still in the dark of winter
This is circular rhythm of your birth, seasons, and death
I share all of this, that you might harken to the cycles of all things
