In experiencing mystery,

One must quiet their mind,

Stop grasping at descriptions of the wondrous,

And wade through the stillness,

Of the primordial springs.


Within us lay endless valleys,

Vistas without boundary,

Graced with wild flowers,

Aching, for our touch.

Every sensation felt in our body,

Is a seed awaiting fruition.

And when we follow the waters of our hearts upstream

We will discover the beginning

And end of all things.


-A Green Heron

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