
On the green bank of Oak Creek
I find myself in waters of pure
ancient
sound.
These are the original water-notes
of soul song.
Archetypes of life's flow. Cascading
just as it has done from earliest time
in a rush of tumbling splashes.
Happily, insistently,
bubbling soft murmurs as it pours
over hidden rocks
in tiny eddies of clear
water-laughter.

These are water-words,
chanted by Mother Earth in ancient streams of Time.
The Time of no-time
where my heart hears melodies that sing
of Elder Waters.
Old. So very old.
Old beyond the depths of earth.
Elemental music that vibrates Mother’s Love. A cradle song
with creek-water words.
A simple rhythmic refrain
where wonder joins a primeval song-story
remembering ~ always remembering ~
my spirit's birth.
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