Water Bodies

A poem about the power of slow steadiness.

The water does not climb over mountains

It finds the easiest path

And it flows

Mother’s most shaping weapon

Is the subtle flow of water

That can corrode and carve and change

And the same is true

Of whatever flows through our souls

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