I am the leafless river.
I am the fountain on the brink.
And when the wind is breathless
and night has dropped the day
and all its industry and play,
I am the eagle eye reflecting
deepness of the quiet moon.
Awaken to this revelation!
See its prophecy alight
the water into soundless flames.
Feel its photovoltaic inspiration
wash against a thoughtless shore.
And love the intuition of the trees
dancing in the breeze of being
all and nevermore.
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