Becoming River

Body responds as unspeakable longing,
a wretched ‘almost’ pulls
on my organs, belly and breasts

in an urge to merge ache for a
Death throe surrender 
to the heart of the River -
visceral and holy communion 
with a vast, formless, 
Godless stream of souls. 
Abysmal thirst
or sheer force of will

could never serve,
and a lifetime too brief 
to drink deeply enough
to Live as or die to
this River.

Currents,
seen and unseen, 

invisible realms of psychic River, 
relentless; 
eroding my imagined self.
Shame, turgid habits,
the relationship I have to
the things of this world;
all relinquished
with past and future
to a deluge of 
present moment; 
running 
not past but through me, 
not beyond but in me,
a truth pledge, 
a promise 
of peace.
 

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