My Faithful Boulder

You quote the I Ching as I stare in wonder. At the still of the brook, the tiled surface of gentle ripples moves us in different ways. Mesmerized by the calm of the image, bubbling liveliness at my back; the water calls to me, summoning the hidden life-source from my soul to its world, infinitely deep. For a moment, I feel as though I might melt into the trembling paradise of watercolored trees. Then you toss an orange peel, and the moment dissolves. I feel the breeze, and the hard rock below me, and your presence, still and patient. How thankful I am for these faithful boulders, who hold me so close to Elysium without falling in.