Prayers on Water


She wakes to meet the day

While slumber has a hold on others.

She rides the waves of silence

Soft, soft silence

Falls into her hands

Like catching snowflakes

In winter.

Rocking in the waves

The rhythm of the water

Is her own.


She will tell you

What there is to know.

She is the waves,

The waves are her,

And they are ONE.

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