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Eternal Source
Bubble up, eternal source--
follow your recurring course--slither down from mountain slopes--
gather into rivulets--sweep the valleys--pass the hills!
Make a turn and broaden here--
overflow with cataracts--fill the rivers--form the lakes--
mirror all the sky and swell, and flow into the ocean.
Bubble up--evaporate--
disappear into the air--make tornados, thunderheads--
sail away on tumbling winds--float and rest among the clouds . . .
Turn around and look below--
pour if you are inclined to--hit the ocean--beat the land--
leap the breakers--lap the shore--stretch across the open sea.
And now enjoy your being
like the ocean does all day--roll and play and live and dream--
heave with billows to the main, and reach to each horizon.
Rise and fall with tidal waves--
spin below in vortices--mix with hidden undercurrents--
join the essence of it all--touch the silent ocean floor . . .
Roll on, ocean--find the coast--
do not tarry in the gulf--meet the rivers--leave the bay--
cross the pools, lagoons and lakes--revel with the waterfalls!
Bubble up and undulate--
spread the message of the deep--enter grottos, clefts and pores--
connect to water everywhere--soak the thirsty, waiting soil . . .
Hear the trickle of the spring--
ripple over creek and rill--run with rapids down the stream--
let no stagnant water be--follow your recurring course--
bubble up, eternal source!
© 1988 Freddy NIagara Fonseca
Published by Pivot, Brooklyn, NY
in Pivot 57 in 2004.
Re-printed in Neovictorian/Cochlea, Madison, WI,
Vol. VIII No. 2--Spring 2005.
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