My love, you are a river fed by many streams
The Fifth Sacred Thing:
I bless all who have shaped you,
The lovers whose delights still dance paterns on your back,
Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,
Swamp lovers , sun-warmed estuary lovers,
Lovers with surface tension,
Lovers like boulders,
Like ice forming and breaking,
Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.
I bless those who have taught you and those who have pleased you and
those who have hurt you.
All those who have made you who you are.
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