peace like a river

Dusk at a sacred pool of the Boiling River at Mayantuyacu, Peru

In quietude I rest

Drinking deeply.

Humble and permeable; simple now,

In the garden of Oneness

and the house of my teacher.

Poor mind can’t keep up,

moving so fast through stillness as I am.

Now I remember: peace like the river

Peace like the breath.

-2024