Surface of the water
calm, yet under consciousness,
death and life are close.
Rain drops drum slowly.
The tin roof an instrument.
Peace is present here.
Tadpoles and crayfish--
new life and warriors make love.
Water heals us all.
My body empty.
My mind follows close behind.
Joy in the silence.
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