Saturday, July 26, 2014

Water

There is an illusion before me:

A lake.
A tree.
Wind.

There is water in the lake.
There is water in the tree.
There is water in the wind.

I ran, once, through a Dust Devil.
There is water in the dust.
There is water in me, too.

God, take all this water away,
And let me see what's left.

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