Flowing into one the red rivers drain
Mountain peaks of green and light
Ever downward rushing life flows
Searching out the hidden ways
No desire but to join
Merging with Other
Oblation of self for humanity.
Surging into many the red rivers fill
Valleys deep of jade and dark
Core rends into branches
Stretching to the boundary’s edge
Sole need to extend
Splitting from Other
Forsaking humanity for self
And none can say which is right.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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