to a place i never tire of wandering
through every season
pieces of the river disguised as twirling snowflakes
or ice taking a rock heart prisoner
seeing firsthand there is a flow, even under the frozen places
flowing all around the frozen parts, melting them
big enough to hold everything just as it is
ever changing patterns and textures
my touchstone to the nature of impermanence
i love watching the changes i see here
it reminds me to open wide, to see every moment with fresh eyes.