In the stillness of a river
I have sat and dwelled
three lifetimes or more,
I cannot tell.
Witnessing the world
pour-me over
In a silence
I could not spell
I was a pebble, stirring
and swelling the constant
shed of depth
floating all along the cosmos
in the smallest of songs
I was the aura
of what one cannot be
quiet sure of, a nebula
of ocean
you see
I was both at once and
once, once more
I was the source
no longer man,
nor woman
nor god, but
chorus
confluence
of all
divergence
a humming puddle
of dilating nothing
I had wet the stone
and dried the water
tasted the salt and
thirsted no more
I awoke
with each moment
until bursting we over-
turned the stone
an empty shell
laughed and
cracked open
out of absence
flourished a forest
i was lost
there was no knowledge
there was no focus
a turtle was born
