Trillions of transparent trinities,
arise from the deep and wash over me.
Rapids wrestle over rock and rim,
as I try to hold it back, and harness it in.
But I am powerless, pushed down, drown,
baptized in a billion bonds, broken open and set free.
Like a vein in flesh, I am life in land,
giving rise to fern and flower, on bank and bend.
My rocks are slowly ground down, smooth and round,
as time takes from me what I what I thought I was supposed to be.
I have learned to love what is being made of me,
accepting my role, not as source or goal.
I am a journey made of land, cut away, growing deeper,
and still, with less of me holding more thee.
As I descend down into the plain, others flow into me,
and I in thee, as we grow closer to the sea.
My broken parts flow back down together,
embraced in a fertile bed, where new bonds are born.
There is no form left of me, no resistance to thee,
for I am now one with the sea.