Year round the streams flow
When I look at them
I feel overwhelmed until I get in
When I'm in them I feel peace
Nothing else matters
One deep breath out,
To the bottom
And I'm covered in water
How many peaks must I summit before
I find the Source?
I thought that if I sat with them
Long enough
It would dry out
I tried to dam them up
But they just
Flowed over and
Crashed down
I know I am no longer
At the bottom
Because it's not
Pooling up all around me
But I am beginning to wonder if
My path is meant to always
Be steep, through rushing waters
I dream of breathing calmly underwater
One day my training will take me there
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