The river in front of you
Is never the same
From one moment to the next
Constantly changing
Step into the river and
Know
Eons cannot be measured
In the current of life
All that passes
Flows to the sea
The bringing of what was
And what is
Together
Into the stirring of
What may be.
~ Laurence Overmire
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