Water

Once, while I was sitting beside a river, I asked water, “How do you move with such grace, allowing nothing to deter your joy of flowing?”

Water softly replied, “I don’t separate myself from myself.”

“Yes, that does create discomfort, but if I become so integrated, I may not know myself because there would be nobody to do the knowing,” I carefully replied.

Water giggled, “For me, there is no knowing, no need to be known, or to know, resting in my completeness, I am whole, everywhere I am, there is grace.”

I exhaled, watching the ripples of my breath move her across the wet rock, “You are beautiful,”

I sighed.