Water flows

Water flows, God knows there never seems to be an end to it.

Humanity…scattered , skittering, scratching on the surface of the earth, aliens in this place …searching for some sort of meaning.

The mother is the branch, the bark and the root; the daughter the mystery revealed in the fruit.

Love begins like a walk in the shallows of a warm sea, making no demands, just wandering aimlessly.

I am found—I feel my feet upon the sandy ground, hear the symphony of sound from the rolling breaking waves…I am saved.

Come to the edge of the water where the soft golden sand meets the sea.

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