g i v e

cupped in your palms
is destiny
your quiet eyes
mirror visions
of eternity

for all that it
hopes to be
your heart
yearns for
what it cannot see

uncertainty
is your
shepherd's staff
simplicity
is the ultimate path

hold still
to your purity

and come
give life to me

-- rivulets --

formless patterns
swirl
circling
each other

icy chill
by the window
sill
disturbing

threadbare
wonderings
with no
common beginnings

the distant shore
of hope
came twinkling
into view
perhaps
converging
into tomorrow

-water-

liquid emotions
freely moving
joining a larger whole
or all its own

fluid intentions
encompassing life
embracing and
redeeming what
it interacts

a myriad linking
of existence
nurturing
nourishing
human substance

flowing through veins
of consciousness
at times turbulent
sometimes simply lucid
always reflective

with purity and intensity
quenching [me]