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Up To My Knees In Me


There is a wearing down
that comes to my me
as I stand knee-deep
in a stream and cast out
over my right shoulder
into the deep and moving
waters. It is the wearing
down I love the most.
I release the digital
apparatus my brain has
merged with in the daily
grind of life in this modern
age of speed, agility and
robust communication. I am
set free to communicate with
my own me. My heart listens
to the structured dissolving of
my me into the nature of my
earthy wet surroundings.

I become the splash
and the ripple;
I become the hawk
and the screech.
I become the sun
and the cloud;
I become the wind
and the aroma of tall grass.

When I stand this
deep in the river I know
the place from which
the scops of old sang
their songs and lore.
Taliesin became a
trout and stag
with little effort
or suspension of
belief. You cannot
not feel yourself
take on the space
of all you feel and see.

The me I felt I
knew is not the me
I feel myself become;

you can not be a
human without losing
yourself to another
form – at least once.

Falling to the river
bed I am become the
moss and weeds gracefully
blowing in the downward
pull of the water’s call and
gravity of motion.
I am the Mayfly awaiting
being consumed. I am the
quiver of the fish as it
strikes the line. These little
dyings are nothing in the
grand scheme of all I have
become; Rumi was right –
“What have I ever lost
from dying.”

The sun dips
slowly behind the
stand of trees on
the far shore
and I feel the air
turn quickly toward
its falling. The night
is a ways off,
but you can feel
its steady approach.

Everything has a
rhythm to its expansion
and contraction. Can I wear
down the me I think I am
enough to feel it as the me

that is becoming?

image by Zachary Johnson-Medland

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