Rivers of life

Thick clear liquid

From the earth’s womb

bubbles up to the surface

from an opening

submerged between the legs of two river rocks

a spring of new life

She

is

that liquid.

The rivers’ bed carries her body

through this life

guiding her

swaying her

down valleys

forests

and foreign worlds.

Like the veins in a body

blood flows blue

and reveals itself red.

But who is She?

It’s within the journey

that reveals who she is.

Birthing from a small opening,

clear liquid.

And as her body touches air

for the first time

she has already transformed anew.

As She tumbles through river stones

she becomes dull and murky.

She picks up colors that are not hers,

And also leaves behind colors that do not serve.

It’s the dance

through the skin of the earth

that she becomes

textured

and vibrant.

Experiences

fuse colors

to form new expressions.

It’s the way her body

experiences her relationship

with unpredictable elements

exposed to her

that reveal the colors

of who she isn’t

of who she is

and what she holds

as a daughter

of a spring

of life

It’s her remembrance

that she is not separate

from the riverbed that carries her

the spring the birthed her

or the elements around her

that she is free to be

all and any

reflection

of colors

true to her.