The not quite clicking
almost folding sounds
of clear cool water swirling by
Adorned with leaves of fall's late show
spinning as dervishes in God's creative hands
a season's journey is reflected
In beseeching surrender
to this luminous pageant
glistening arms are raised
And the shimmering world
of eternal Source
silences this busy mind
My melting heart
is now defenseless
as my soul ignites
And I can no longer resist
the whispered call
to simply float away
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