There is no river
I’ve never seen
As the water moving,
Sometimes still
And sometimes restless,
Through the vessel
Of my own body,
Crashing against
The turbulent,
Mountainous mass
Of my heart
That is never still,
Even as it plants
In the center of my being,
Roots ancient and wise,
Ready to bear
The tides of cries
Of thousands of years
As they come, now,
To sublimate
In this very moment,
But I am ready;
This is what I’ve been
Preparing for.
I am the river;
I am the rock.
I am the emotions
Of all these centuries;
I am the one
Witnessing them,
Loving, letting go.
The river becomes
The ocean that meets
The fabled horizon.
We see in ourselves
Not what we were,
Not what we will be,
But our perfect selves,
Already here,
And we could never be
Anything, anywhere else.