Riversong

The only way out of a circle is through the center
Leap into stillness, grasp with empty hand
Heaven lies close upon earth
Where an endless stream flows forth
Embracing the space between world and beyond
Is like space between soul and another
Nothing and everything
As a blink shut nor open sees between
As the breath rise and falling forms valleys between
That river runs down from sky to the ground without making a sound
I am the river and rise into form to speak, fly, suffer, why?
I am the river
I am the river but I am not the current
I am stuff what life is made of
I am color but not canvas
I carry life with me wherever I go
And there's no end or beginning
Though I am not a circle