Tapping against this existing structure,
This sensitive and permiable flesh
That can absorb but a mere fraction of the flow
droplets race towards the stones below,
Dancing,
Leaping,
Diving,
Feeding
Into crevices and
Across surfaces
Colors,
Texture,
Relationship
Shifting.
The stones
Channeling
Nourishment.
Cleansing,
Refreshing.
Meandering down and into the
Outstretched branches,
Receptive soil,
Budding growth.
Like the breath itself,
Subtly finding its way to the spaces Of greatest need without
Discernment or judgment.
Offering healing
Existing as its own force
And somehow blending with everything it touches.
New and invitational
And yet
A familiar and present
Force
Already existing,
Always there.
Within all.