Look not to the mountain stream
for solace and meditation.
Find rather, a still pond
with quiet colorful fish
and calm mirrored surface
for sky gazing
and deep remembering.
For the mountain stream
shouts with all her might,
breaking violently over rocks,
as she makes her way down slope.
No room for quiet thought
over the rush of fast white water.
Ah, but in the roar, one may find
the blessing of forgetting.
