A part, not apart

All the water in the river is one.

The tiniest tributary

feels the trickle at the headwaters as its own,

and all the rocks it bounces off

and all the falls

and

drops

along the way.

 

When you poke a finger in

all of it knows YOU;

to the last drop

flowing  into the rhythms of the oceans

the birthing of clouds

rain, snow, or steely hail

returning to its source

 

Oneness,

now with a touch of you.

 

 

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