I would say, when you speak
"fill each syllable with the sound of the river."
This conjures the physical river we all love
as we are currently heart broken by the ravaging
and the imaginary river of goodness which
runs true and unscathed beneath the surface.
"then, no matter what words [are said] we will
"hear the unending waves, will smell
the musty, earthy scent on our skin
long after the words [and the heavy machinery] are gone.
These words of grief and sorrow echo what is in my heart.
The actual river, though wounded, continues.
May the river of goodness hasten the healing.
"There is home in the way words cling to me
like water beads on my skin.
This is how we remember where we're from."
The river of goodness attends to us.
The unseen waves carry us forward
even when we cannot make our own muscles move.
Even when we are too grief stricken to notice.
Namaste'
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