Free flow -
lingers,
never subsiding,
never dividing.
Free flow is pie,
cherry, apple or blueberry,
(go on, take your pick)
that has an infinite number of pieces.
Free flow is cake,
perfectly moist,
with never-ending icing, in just the right
amount.
Free flow is a pan of brownies, mmm,
disguising itself as one thing,
fresh from the oven,
but really
it’s an endless rive of chocolate.
Free flow is
the All-You-Can-Eat salad bar,
nourishing, helping, teaching, guiding,
every one of us.
Free flow is form,
free flow is formless.
Free flow tricks us, if we’re not careful,
we may believe that everything is
separate -
when in fact, it’s not.
Free flow forms the formless into form -
trick, trick.
Making us want to believe that
the blueberry pie
is quite different from the apple or the cherry.
But that’s not the case.
They’re all the same.
Pie, cake, brownies, salad -
all are ONE -
living forever -
free flow.
Free flow.
