My mind 's a leaf swept on mud brown waters.
Calm water, swift water, running to the sea.
Twisting, sliding, nudged, bumped, and hung up.
Dipping, gliding, but with nowhere to be.
Then I'm ejected at the river bend.
Is this death, or stillness, I cannot tell?
It's a timeless place of infinite space,
Until, 'long comes the lap of a swell,
and the world moves once more.
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