I like to meditate along this river,
which is the unreality
of a distant elsewhere.
Here, and slow...
Shore of perceptions,
open to sensitive minds.
Season to the rhythm
of the great pulse.
Eurythmic fulness,
harvest time,
in tune with autumn.
I love this dance
with the moment,
these presences on the move.
I enjoy walking along this river
of the interior space,
where I find myself
free from the shadow.
Spirit of the center.