Returning again, and again, and again,
it’s not a rush, but a remembrance.
There’s no perfection, only practice.
Beyond the clouds, there is a mountain in the mind,
and a moon behind, which gently guides the tides.
Still water-bodied descendants of rivers within us,
transforming resistance into roots of nourishment.
Embodied sediments from sentience recollect
that each drop, each branch, each breath;
a reminder to reconnect.
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By Rachael Amber on 7.13.22
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