Dreaming of Waters

Awake to the sound of water, it splashes against rocks, a reminder of time, endless flowing, the core of all cycles,

as it ebbs and flows, whispers of journeys taken, a life lived, each drop a moments, yearning to drop, as the essence of the heart.

Dreaming of waters, it washes over me, grateful for the cool touch, its embrace, each wave a breath of life, each river a new beginning.

Forever searching, I feel the pull, the great collective longing, where we all find our undying connection, where we all belong, carried away on a stream of poetry, a flow I cannot escape.

• Diane di Prima