Be the Water

my life is a

river that flows

and, though I never know

which direction it goes,

when I can just

let go

then I know that I’ve made my way home

I let life push and pull me

like a secret lover in the night

falling victim to its roughness

just to bathe in its bliss and light

I'm tied up in anticipation

of the next blow

awaiting waterfalls of life

to come

crashing down below

am I just a pulsing ripple in time?

with what and whom does my vibration align?

Are we everything? nothing?

or perhaps are we both at the same time?