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This Flawless Eternal Exchange
This Flawless Eternal Exchange
The river does not keep the mountain,
Though it carries traces still,
Fragments of forgotten stonework
Worn by patience into will.
And the mountain does not mourn them,
Does not call the pieces back,
For it knows the shape of leaving
Is another form of fact.
Every breath becomes the forest,
Every forest turns to air,
And the wind that leaves the branches
Finds another home somewhere.
There is nothing here that's stranded,
Nothing fixed enough to stay,
Only countless forms of meeting
Changing shape and changing way.
I have watched the seasons barter
Light for shadow, bloom for seed,
Watched abundance become silence,
Watched the silence learn to feed.
Seen the tide return the shoreline
To the sea from which it came,
Not as loss and not as ending,
Only changing of a name.
And I wonder what I called mine
That was ever mine at all,
When the rain belongs to rivers
Even as the rivers fall.
When the root becomes the blossom,
When the blossom feeds the ground,
When the earth becomes the future
Of the petals it has found.
There is wisdom in the yielding
That no gripping hand can hold,
For the world is not assembled
From possessions bought or sold.
It is woven out of giving,
Out of currents passing through,
Out of endless transformation
Neither old nor wholly new.
And the self I guard so fiercely,
This collection worn and known,
Seems less fortress than a doorway,
Less a kingdom than a loan.
For the thoughts I call my ownness
Rose from voices, books, and sky,
From the touch of countless moments
That I scarcely noticed by.
Even longing is an echo
Of a song the world first sang,
Carried softly through the chambers
Of the heart where it still rang.
So I loosen what I'm holding,
Not from weariness or fear,
But because the deeper pattern
Grows increasingly clear.
Nothing given has been taken,
Nothing taken truly gone,
Only forms exchanging garments
As the great exchange moves on.
And beneath the shifting surface,
Past becoming, past decay,
Moves a flawless, endless commerce
No refusal can delay.
Not a bargain. Not a balance.
Not a debt to reconcile.
Only life returning life
Itself in every place and while.
And I feel it in the stillness,
In the breath before the speech,
Where the world and I are meeting
In a way beyond our reach.
There the river drinks the mountain.
There the mountain drinks the rain.
There the giver and receiver
Lose the need to be a name.
And what remains is not an answer,
Not a truth that can be claimed -
But a constant present flux of
This flawless eternal exchange.
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