The Well of Souls, The River So Deep

I'm a modern shaman of sorts, and much of my poetry expresses the sentiments of Chaung Tzu who preferred water as an example of the Tao.

The Well of Souls

Clouds part, vanishing into the haze,

Renewed clarity, reveals moldy debris;

That which cannot leave, yet escapes me,

That which cannot come back, is with me.

My mind wanders breathing sparkling air;

Cleaning house, by keeping busy outdoors!

Quietly fetching water, and chopping wood.

Groundhog ignores me keeping his distance,

Telling me to Buzz Off in no uncertain terms!

Holding its breath, time weighs upon the air,

The future far behind me the air breaths back,

Master the Art of Moving Slower Than Light!

Effortlessly oranges never did have to rhyme;

Going nowhere I encircle the entire universe,

Doing nothing apparently not quite nothing!

Mama's memory acquiring any expressions;

She is the spark within which can never die,

Perpetually living on in one form or another.

Infinite siren chorus, haunting and beckoning.

Mama imploring each with personal messages,

Celebrating anew everything in all her creations,

Flowing from the Well of Souls, down by the river!

Desiring to boldly go where no one has gone before!

Yet again, my heart soars, gazing on the eternal stars!

Knowing, the only thing that I really know, is nothing!

The River So Deep

In the middle of the night,
I go walking in my sleep,
From the mountains of faith,
To a river so deep!
I must be looking for something,
Something sacred that I lost,
Something somebody stole!
Something I'd never lose!
But, the river is wide,
And it's too hard to cross,
Then, I woke up wet.
In the middle of the...
In the middle of the...
In the middle of the...
River... so... deep...
(Billy Joel)