We are all delicate flowing rivers
Gracefully passing over rock and sand

We move effortlessly through twists and turns
Over boulders and down waterfalls

Our cool stream is both refreshing to the thirsty traveler at the waters edge
And treacherous, if one attempts to cross us.

Our essence is untouched
We take form and yet are formless.

Flow, delicate river
Back into the sea of Love from which you came - and where we all meet again.