This is the place that eclipses everything else,
where only being exists, mine melded with it all,
distinct but a part of it. Me – not even thinking
how – transcribing its frequencies into color,
temperature, fragrance, taste, sound, motion,
sending back to it joy-laced wonder. Thoughts
dissolve here before they’re even formed.
The silt-covered rocks beneath the clear water
have no need of words to say what they are.
The water cannot be captured by names.
The only way to comprehend the mystery
is to drench yourself in it, and to let it
drench itself in all you have to give.