life is a garden ➿ and the roots are all touching
i thought of you by the river. i thought of you, praying you’d flow through the world down valleys and streams, the ones that feel so real, so natural. no dams, no canals or aqeducts. nothing artificial. it is what you deserve.
we live as jet skis, but i know our true calling. row boats are closest to truth.
i know you bring me closer to truth, dissolving my hard-exoskeletal rules extending out towards you. i may never reach knowing. i still continue to reach. i’ll reach for an eternity if god will let me. i want to be like water.
you deserve purity, softness, the softness i find when i see your face, the face i want to cradle with my so bare, so human hands, to wrap around you like only water can. yours is the face i want to shield from the harshness of past, present, future. this, i know, is impossible. you are a river. unstoppable. here i discover: so am i.
consistently i am disarmed. you see me with softness, a softness that envelops me when i am so covertly hardened. i am hardened in ways i am too ashamed to admit. i do not think i deserve this warmth.
i allow myself to sit in this warmth regardless. things do not happen to us because we deserve them.
may you flow through this world, as shimmery as i see you. may you flow like a river.
too, i see you as a precious stone, glimmering, refracting slight dampness. you are a stone i return to, one i crane my neck to catch a distance glimpse of, the stone i think of as i near the end of the trail.
a blissful hike is incomplete without encountering a beautiful rock you could have pocketed but you left alone. something bigger than everything tells you to leave it. sacrilege, it is wrong to disrupt the order of things.
there is space because you asked, there is space because you need it. i take your word. i try to let things flow.
who i am i to accelerate what is natural? who am i to make a canal of a river?
we live as jet skis, but i know our true calling. row boats are closest to truth.
i know you bring me closer to truth, dissolving my hard-exoskeletal rules extending out towards you. i may never reach knowing. i still continue to reach. i’ll reach for an eternity if god will let me. i want to be like water.
you deserve purity, softness, the softness i find when i see your face, the face i want to cradle with my so bare, so human hands, to wrap around you like only water can. yours is the face i want to shield from the harshness of past, present, future. this, i know, is impossible. you are a river. unstoppable. here i discover: so am i.
consistently i am disarmed. you see me with softness, a softness that envelops me when i am so covertly hardened. i am hardened in ways i am too ashamed to admit. i do not think i deserve this warmth.
i allow myself to sit in this warmth regardless. things do not happen to us because we deserve them.
may you flow through this world, as shimmery as i see you. may you flow like a river.
too, i see you as a precious stone, glimmering, refracting slight dampness. you are a stone i return to, one i crane my neck to catch a distance glimpse of, the stone i think of as i near the end of the trail.
a blissful hike is incomplete without encountering a beautiful rock you could have pocketed but you left alone. something bigger than everything tells you to leave it. sacrilege, it is wrong to disrupt the order of things.
there is space because you asked, there is space because you need it. i take your word. i try to let things flow.
who i am i to accelerate what is natural? who am i to make a canal of a river?
last edited 9/15/25