Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Translation

Always arriving,
Away everywhere,
The phrases filter

Like puddled water
In and through sandstone
Rising in a spring.

Take this for granted,
That’s alright by them,
But what a journey

A molecule makes
Through the grains of stone,
However many

Million times its own
Length, to re-emerge
As water in light.

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