Fountain of spirit
That forms
Epitome velocity
Amplitude and cause
Turning with all being
Duality and all
Such magnitude in
Travelling to distant
Space so near
Going with this wave
In solitude says the
Wisdom of the dear
But nothing is in footsteps
Trodden by the Way
Creating such distortion
In the echo of Your Name
So doubt is virtue like
A knowledge of the rain
Dropping on the Everything
But never quite the same
This You teach in certainty
And folly of the game
Fixing life in narrow paths
Leaves nothing free to play
Rowan Blair Colver