I placed myself in the river.
Quietly.
Not knowing if I could.
If I should.
I allowed the water to cover my fears.
I pulled my feet from the rocks below and gave myself up.
Over.
To the current I wasn’t sure knew I existed.
I had wrapped myself.
In a shroud of gossamer worries, lined with hope.
I wanted to believe.
That I would be carried.
Over the threshold of my bearings.
And into a wild I could feel singing to me from the unmet.
Once upon all of the times.
That I stood on the shore.
I found myself tangled in exhaustion.
From trying to follow maps made of expectations.
Born ages before I knew anything else.
As the days turned on themselves.
I grew curious.
To discover what it might be like to lose myself in something that knew the way.
To somewhere.
Though the River did not.
Would not.
Tell.
I wondered what it would feel like to be enveloped in the ancient evergreen reflection.
And trust.
Simply trust.
That the current was for me.
And so.
I gave myself to the River.
Letting it’s soft silver hold my breath and body.
I let the water cover my ears.
So has to hear any magic it had for me.
All I head was the beating of my own heart.
And figured.
That was enough.
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In love and fire~
Jo Anna
PS
Please pardon the lack of a recorded version. My computer is being fixed after some water damage.
Deeeelicious ❤️
Powerful and brave