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Washed away

Riding the current
Stars riding the current

It is a release, like a dip in a healing, cool, fresh river.  Now I am washed away in the river; after so much fussing, I am torn away and alone in the current.  But I can swim, or rather, float.  The self I held, I left with my towel on the shore, but I’m still alive; I haven’t drowned or died.  Pieces of what I imagined I had to grip to me come floating along beside me.  The current of the world is unraveling in faces and forms.  Without my will the universe unrolls, and fills my arms with muscles, my heart with human concerns.  The scintillating milky way of my back is a winking and shimmering constellation; my body itself is a river, a continent of rivers, a flickering, vibrating, shore less ocean of currents and channels, unfathomable, beginning less, endless.  The living ride on life like the foam on the crest of a surge on the cosmic ocean.

~ Paul Fleischman

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