A song is sung, sprung with the babbling I

The mind is like a river as it flows
From small beginnings to unending sea.
Endless and elusive  what it shows

As in the mud, the stark blue iris grows
So with life itself,  from dark we see
The mind is like a river as it flows

The boat rides on the surface as it goes,
From what once was to what is still to be.
Endless and elusive,  what it shows

Before we learn to speak, the music holds
The   baby and the mother company
The mind is like a melody  that flows

A duet  comes to life and life it moulds
A song begins sprung with the babbling I
Endless and elusive, life to show

In lucid realms awakening, we enfold
The many parts of self that outward cry
The mind is like a melody  that flows

Come now sleep, where dreams of mothers stray
Engaged with all the fathers of desire
In the mud, the still blue iris grows
The mind is like a river in full flood

 

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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