The green leaves of spring
fill the once open spaces
as I set my gaze toward Spirit River.
It is there, flowing with the speed
of recent rainfall, yet I cannot see it.
A glimpse here, a glimpse there, as I sit
on my deck—the quiet observer.
Just so is the river of life:
invisible yet constant,
mysterious yet accessible,
within my reach, yet seeming
beyond my grasp, available
always through the spaces that allow a view.
An energy alive and obtainable in every moment
to lift hearts, open minds to possibility,
toward expansion, toward ever-flowing grace.
I bring my gaze to the open spaces,
rest my mind and heart in the flow,
here and now, always within.
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