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Wednesday, 3 August 2016


Through me a changeable river flows, it ebbs and it wanes
Filtering joy and insecurities, the in-betweens left remain
It bubbles furiously, it bleeds, it beckons and it soothes 
All the things that might be, if left undiscovered, I'm sure to loose 

Over my stones it babbles blissfully, pays little attention to the deeps 
Fish in my currents they dance, lightheartedly and with hope filled hearts they leap

With glasslike sheen, the water serene reflects divine peace inside
When cascading down a waterfall its longing calls; from which I cannot hide
So too my heart, my soul it sings, of the things not yet come to pass
I pray my mind meanders steadily, into the vast ocean of enlightenment... at last 

© Debbie Razey 2016