Come, come into the forest
Leave your planner
Leave your phone
Come into the green, wet forest
Come further now
Come to the sound of the river
Follow the narrow, winding path
Through the low, close places
To where the river meets the sea
Closer, you must come to the edge to see
There, beneath the surface
Where the clear waters mingle
A silver fish sways gently in the current
Lingering there
At the rivers mouth
After the long journey
All its being knows
This is the Beloved
So I linger
At your lips
Swaying gently in the sweet scent of your love
The long silver body of my longing
Never turning away
