Journey

This is a piece I wrote many years ago about the interaction in a seminar I attended.  It reminded me of the blog process, so I print it here. 

Waters flow from many hillsides

They come down slowly or quickly

They come down above or below the surface

They are reaching out for their origins or for their futures

They are aware only that their destinations reach downward



One by one they join others

Each brings its own character

And characteristics are blended together

To form new waters



These flow together in power

They carry parts of each world they pass with them on the journey

The waters darken as they speed onward

They are no longer water only

They are metal and clay, bark and branch

The whole world becomes involved in the rush.



When the destiny is reached, the pace slows

The color fades

The sediment settles

The waters are one.



Slowly the sun catches minute drops and pulls them to the sky.

From there they drop, fiercely or softly to the earth to begin the journey again.