I am poured out like water, gently
flowing over the cusp
Sometimes a surge,
sometimes a drip, drip, hesitant drip
of life force.
Not slipping away but flowing
Not rising up, but taking the humble,
There is no head of steam,
no pressure from within,
no tension, energy or effort.
There is no need to push.
No need to reach
I give myself downwards, as stream gives
to river, as river to sea.
Let me not pollute thy vastness
with my solid, insoluble stuff. No, let me
disperse in thy
Let me be free
in thy great
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