An Offering

when you hold water
in your cupped hands,
can you be so still
that you're neither
holding on or letting go?
and in that moment
of frozen thoughts,
when the desire to drink
and the desire to give,
when the fear to hold on
and the fear to let live,
empty into each other,
an offering is made
unto oneself;
there's no longer a need
to give or receive,
to seek or be sought,
only a bliss - to live, love,
and be, naught!
 

Still Waters

Still waters
run deep...
wrinkled
for a moment
with a thought
thrown in,
it gathers itself
ever-flowing,
ever-changing,
as dainty ripples
move and reach out,
caressing the stillness
softly, with love.