“Standing at the River, from the Road”
Standing at the river, from the road ~
It’s in-con-se-quen-tial if your eyes are closed,
And you’ve opened your senses to the world.
Watching from a place that is afar ~
When you know a river, you can see it anywhere,
Even when the fog is thick you see it still.
The rocks are always at your feet,
The skirmish on the bank is small;
In the great adventure of grav-i-ty
The long shared feast is best of all.
Being-in-the-world’s the place to be ~
Quieting the self to hear the message in the wind,
When you’re standing at the river,
At the river, from the road.
[under the influence of a bluegrass music festival, and the early morning hour in

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