sábado, 9 de janeiro de 2016

The trans-parent stream

The Waterlands where people bask
Where leisure is bought
but no price is asked
Old feuds dissolve like aspirin

Friendly ambitionless attendants dull thoughts
among the trees
To eat and drink and flow like the water
free

Children no longer hear their well spring's bickering
Desires are shelved and garaged
So that you may wade into the glistening
Without a flinch or an inch of disparage

Streams that collide and connect
radiating peace
A feast to accept
Collect joy from the current as it flows below your knees

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