High Mountain Stream
Sitting by a high mountain stream; a stream that is in a hurry to get someplace, but no place. Its hurried fashion provides the sight and sounds one experiences; beyond that it is the veins of life and the essence of life on our planet. Its source is the ruminant of winter and soon becomes part of the change in the season, it is truly the essence of all that exists.
The purity of a stream, as in the purity of a relationship, can be tarnished as truth unveils and the ego surface; it is after years of heartache and pain one realizes that they must return to the beginning of their stream. There exists a new found love; full of wonder, hope, desire, and passion; a rebirth that offers hope for new beginnings.