The Waterfall
Man is born thirsty
Not for drink alone,
but for the waterfall, the godhead,
for the moment he looks up
and knows he is not the highest thing.
The paths are many.
Take your bare feet on that journey.
Feel the humus between your toes.
Pilgrimage is not distance;
it is thirst that drives you.
Do not trade the waterfall
for convenience in a plastic cup.
I have seen men drown their thirst in comfort.
Do not mistake the map for the mountain.
Hymns cannot summon the roar of the cascade.
We build temples of words and stone.
The divine still moves in currents of its own.
Remember this:
the water you seek
flows already in you.
Your blood carries the current
that falls from the godhead.
Your breath is borrowed from the source
that shapes rivers and storms.
You are not only the pilgrim.
You are the stream.
These waters strip the self you defend,
drown the ego you call your own.
Seek the waterfall
when your soul can no longer ignore its thirst.
Drink my friends.
