How is it the river knows the rush of my heart?
How is it my heart feels this river of rain?
Though two things distinct they are one and the same
Two firing synapses in a giant Earth-brain
Heart feels river’s rush, a cacophonous haste
Joyful tumult, freedom’s impatient embrace
Though sat on this bank my whole being is moving
Surging expression of pure life: ‘thus’
Take me, deep river, while I sit and be here now
Take me, show me, flow, for you know me
We share the same source, same course, ever onward
I am with you, deep river, by this earth we are bonded
Kester Reid 