You were never a extension of my mortal reckoning
Rather, I was a flower budded yet unfurled
Each petal waiting for sun and rain
to offer substance on this arid corporeal plane
Through you the expanding world is truly beckoning
While you hunger, I thirst
drinking deeply of your wonder
I listen to the world harmonize as you sing
with the voice of thunder
A child ripples a mother's world
like water blessing rock
into polished stone
Because of them we can
follow the river on it's course
and trace our measure
back to the source
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