How Time Flows

(This one is for my friend M. whom I first met in 1994. I wrote several poems for her. Recently she asked me to write one for her. Here it is, more in the then and now.)

A dancing brook

Sang its way

Out of wilderness

And into a lake

Of lotuses.

The river flowed

Majestically

Bringing life

To parched lands

And now floats

Serenely in the

Vast blue ocean

Enjoying ripples,

Waves and storms.

The dance and the majesty

Now mergeInto the magic of existence