Where the water flows; O Moment
Amaravati Nuns
Where the water flows Through the silence owls sound of Night’s coming: time has lost itself. The flood water turbulence has long since spent itself. Fluvial the mind has pooled and emptied. Bats soar here undisturbed. Night she has come; the day has yielded – Awaken. Let her Jewels shine. O Moment O moment not to be grasped or sought even for a moment. Not late but present letting things be sippi…