I dissolve into the stream,
a shifting, transient, smoke-like dream,
no swimming, no treading, just flow,
how did I get here? I do not know
the current may go either way
it still pulls me in for kisses and embrace
where I’ll end up, I cannot say,
but in the stream, I know I’ll stay
I glance up and behold the ocean
behind me, the river’s in motion
looking upstream, I seek to find,
the reason for the stream’s somber mind
Brighton, 2/2023
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as part of the River of Life exercise
this piece was also written in Vietnamese
Thu writes here 