Watch me, said the creek
as she slid past a curve in the bank,
caressing the graceful contours
as though they were her own.

Watch me, said the creek,
as she tumbled over and around the rocks,
touching roughly, wearing away,
and yet softly, hardly touching at all.

Watch me, said the creek,
as she slowed and stopped
in the deep and silent pool,
quietly resting before she tumbled on.

Watch me, said the creek,
I am the water and I am the bank,
I am the hardness of the rocks
and I am the silence of the pool.

The nature of my existence is love,
for I am one with all that is.

There could be no creek
without a bank,
and no silent pool
without the rocks.

I am you, and you are me.
Let us make love with each other,
gently caressing our graceful curves
and tumbling around our hard rocks.

Let us make love with each other,
in the silent pool of life's mystery.

Join me, said the creek,
and let us make love with each other,
knowing that we are one,
and that our nature is love.

©Allan Hardman, 4/19/99