There is only one way, aging beauties,
to go down this river,
to hear the water's music over the rocks,
to find a loving I, Thou, Who.
I say, spring out of the boat,
jump in naked, tender,
with your ferocious heart torn open.
to go down this river,
to hear the water's music over the rocks,
to find a loving I, Thou, Who.
I say, spring out of the boat,
jump in naked, tender,
with your ferocious heart torn open.
"Hear the Water's Music," by Tere Sievers. © Tere Sievers. Text presented here by poet submission.Art credit: Untitled photograph by Daniel Balda.
This is a beautiful way to invite yourself to the party.
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