Flowing through all
that lives and breathes
The eternal river of life
Without source or mouth.
We draw from it
And yet it remains full.
Gentle as morning mist over stone
It takes our scattered dust and
Creates new soil, new life
Deep beyond measure
gently ushering in light for each dawn
It is elusive, yet everywhere.
Through mountain and cloud
Through root and leaf,
Through blood and breath,
Energy circling back to its source
Without effort
feeding roots, carving valleys,
slipping through every crevice of things becoming.
Use it, and it is not used up.
Join it, and you become
the everlasting tide.
From what ancient source does it come?
Here before the beginning,
it will flow long after the end.
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For more on today’s post, including order prints of Gyrfalcon Mountain, visit here.
There is also information at that link on the upcoming Tao te Ching journal, to be published in the next month or so, on the new studio/gallery Zen Mountain Journal is opening in Asheville and on Meetups planned for early next year on the uses of journaling combined with meditation.
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I love this..it spoke to my heart very clearly. Thank you Rod!
Beautiful! I always feel refreshed and recharged after reading your posts - thank you!