posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 11:44 PM
The mountain stream
proves purity,
as the granite boulders
provide obstacle.
I have come here year after year,
proving myself
with rod and gear.
Co-dependent we exact our response.
The stream side plants
exude their perfume.
I am intoxicated by their bloom
and mesmerized by their fragrance.
I am in the moment
mystical and spiritual.
My god creation
demonstrates love to me.
I paint rainbow with my fly
upon the water now my canvas.
The water stirs and the fish
rises to the surface.
I desire no death
and my hook is barbless.
To release what is not mine
is reasonable and harmless.
The sound of swirling water
and dark hidden pools,
promise surprise
and treasure unseen.
Someday my ashes will fill
this water running to the sea.
Stream to lake and river make
the way I shall return.