Finding the Source.

We knot and unknot
in the throes of our human condition;
Always that doubt.

Water pauses
in the deep hollow of rocks
but flows on
when there is none to drink from it.

Curling and uncurling our palms that receive,
we let go
of much that is received.

Clarity is that beam of light
that is as quickly obscured.

But darkness must reveal too;

For deep within the obscure
there is a thread that hums,
that vibrates with light;

One simply has to follow it to its source.

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