Cool mountain stream
ripples and rushes
among slippery
moss covered pebbles.
I roll over smooth rocks
and tumble laughing
under waterfall’s liquid delight.
I raise my face to nature’s
rushing silver brilliance
and catch glistening reflections
in my hands.
My body is pampered by the breeze.
My eyes are heavy from sensual rapture.
I am wrapped in a blanket of fearlessness
dreaming of a place with no depiction
and watched by angels as I sleep.