I must have come from a people who wander.
Never having roots, except the river.
Maybe this is why I'm drawn to its banks.
Meandering, swirling, wondering to its end.
Always flowing, never resting, going on.
A surprise around a bend, the next thing.
A turtle here, whales there, and the birds flock.
I have never liked the fish, but to enjoy watching it.
Suspended above, a world away, seeing the light play.
Where have you gone, where have you been?
How have you come here brother, and I rest.
Just watching, meditating, how we are related.
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