are but the myriad sparkling droplets
arisen from the running current
the front of the wave
pushed forward by the momentum
of the river of humanity
since ages long gone.
Some of us leap atop the wave
and see the wave unfolding.
Some of us flow amidst the turmoil of the current
wild and ancient, caught in the strife
with little respite to breathe or to see or choose
the larger unfolding pattern.
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