Sometimes I push my thoughts upstream
Against the restless current of the past
Over the tiring rocks and rapids
In search of the quiet pools
Where I can crawl up on the sand
And catch my breath
Sometimes I think this is the shorter way
To the source up there
In memory's mountains
Not downward to the shore that cannot be
But back up to the beginning now
Where it passes into becoming
Bubbling up out of the earth
Melting heaven's snow
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