At last along my journey, I came upon the waters
I came upon the flows of time and gravity
Upon her banks I sat and pondered the infinite spiral of the universe
I waited and waited and after some time spoke my question thus:
“What moment of sorts is this when the infinite comes down from heaven to touch that which flows in front of me?”
“Be it a moment of malice? A cold indifference? Is it love by which the moon kisses these waters every night with her beauty?”
“What meaning is there to this? What can I find in you?”
The indifferent waters whirled about.
They tossed and turned amid my ceaseless thoughts.
I heard not an answer but in whispers of madness to directly in dreams.
“Feel in this moment.
Embrace the chaotic machination of your existence.
Go where these desires take you.
This is the moment of love you are searching for. You will find it”
Upon the ground I stood
Step forth into the pool
I submerge myself then