Given Voice

I visit that secluded pool
Settle into silence there, feet cooled by mossy outgrowths of meaning
Caressed by deep currents
Words weave into life
Stories darting silvered just beneath awareness
Flashes catching the eye, jewel bright
There is no room for striving here
No net nor reel can draw in what catches you
Held, holding a welling of those same word-waters
Given voice

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