Filtering joy and insecurities, the in-betweens left remain
It bubbles furiously, it bleeds, it beckons and it soothes
All the things that might be, if left undiscovered, I'm sure to loose
Over my stones it babbles blissfully, pays little attention to the deeps
Fish in my currents they dance, lightheartedly and with hope filled hearts they leap
With glasslike sheen, the water serene reflects divine peace inside
When cascading down a waterfall its longing calls; from which I cannot hide
So too my heart, my soul it sings, of the things not yet come to pass
I pray my mind meanders steadily, into the vast ocean of enlightenment... at last
© Debbie Razey 2016