Impassible -4

I have reached the crest,
and am decending into the valley,
no less dangerous ..

heel set, weight back ...

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Walk in the rain – slowly;
cadence set by spirit balance
and the song you are now singing,
or listening to,
or crafting.

Savor each drop – slowly;
trace rivulets from uncapped brow
to cheek and chin and yearning breast,
or trembling heart,
or chakras.

Join with the flow – slowly;
as some measure of your presence
sloughs away to dribble unseen
but remembered –
cherished.

A flower will grow – slowly;
nourished by your chance passing
that diverted life to one seed alone,
a soft imprint
forever.