Morning Trip (54)

“It is a release, like a dip in a healing, cool, fresh river. Now I am washed away in the river; after so much fussing, I am torn away and alone in the current. But I can swim, or rather, float. The self I held, I left with my towel on the shore, but I’m still alive; I haven’t drowned or died. Pieces of what I imagined I had to grip to me come floating along beside me. The current of the world is unraveling in faces and forms. Without my will the universe unrolls, and fills my arms with muscles, my heart with human concerns. The scintillating milky way of my back is a winking and shimmering constellation; my body itself is a river, a continent of rivers, a flickering, vibrating, shore less ocean of currents and channels, unfathomable, beginning less, endless. The living ride on life like the foam on the crest of a surge on the cosmic ocean.”
– Paul Fleischman

5 thoughts on “Morning Trip (54)

  1. I loved the above video clip ~
    hoefully I’m linked to your poem ~
    ‘The droplets, watering the iris of my mind’s eye’
    fabulous line
    I loved how the sun caressed the earth
    ~ such a soothing and softness throughout
    quite beautiful ~ Lib @Libithins


  2. hehe oops you got your comment in the Morning Trip 54, the one that had the Melody Gardot video. I think you were referencing the Annie Lennox….Take Me to the River, and thank you for your kind words and soft feelings about my One Shot Sunday poem 🙂


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