I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I've been there many times.

Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?