In a message dated 8/11/01 7:26:34 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< LIKE THE RIVER

Existence is transient -    [How about:  Transient existence  / waits to
reach the trash can]
waiting to reach the trash can -
each place we live
a storehouse of objects
that sit in our company  [sits]
for a while until we
or they have gone.

Our minds hold a memory
of everything, shed waste
as if through the dripping
of a faulty tap - like the river
here outside my window
is free to flow, its sinuous  [might not need is]
liquid carry out all intentions.  [carries]

The river has carved out
a base of rock, silt and mud;
its purity tainted by mineral,
plant animal; the vagaries
of a haughty humankind;
cleans its detritus away
with the purge of its own water.  [this stanza is very clear; I like haughty
humankind]

Before our very eyes
we watch and grasp for a word
to describe the moment,
add it to our stock of thoughts
that develop or drop to the bottom,
as water smoothes stone -
like the river soothes the mind. [try without like]

James Bell
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Very good re-envisioning your vision.

kol tuv, Ryfkah