Rushing

The flow is seeking

Gathering of all

Taking it all in

Yet clear and pristine

I seek and I quench

I give way and I cut through

I reflect and I absorb

I am me and I am you

I am home in the mountain

Just as much as in the ocean

I am home in the rain clouds

In stillness and in motion

In my currents is my quest

In my rushing I do seek

In my seeking is the silence

And the calm of oceans deep