(PAD #053) unchanging in the waters (of the river)

a river
runs

I hear it
washing by

I cling
to a raft
of myself
upon
that stream

the river is
unchanging
but the water
is not the same

I am unchanging
but
I wash myself
again

and I am freed
of
the one I was

freed of that
old self

the waters take me
and
I know that feeling
well

put my head
below the surface
because
who knows
what I might
find

perhaps there lies
the truth
of me

though I am
an unchanging kind

after all
after all

I am
the unchanging kind

river
wash me clean
take me with you
as you roll

river
I am altered
and
your waters
have made it so

yes
you have washed me
clean

and

your waters
make it
so

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