There has always been this calling
a quiet longing for water,
for the still of the wild,
for the places where the body can finally breathe.
The loudest and most beautiful sound,
softening a chest that has carried too much for too long.
The flow of wind and river
washing the remnants out of the body and mind,
returning everything back into nature’s cycle—
the one truth nothing can break or outrun.
And through it all,
the deep, mysterious, ancient power of water
has a way of bringing the self
back home
every time.
