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— by David Plahm

Ripples of Truth

Ripples of Truth

(Water holds the secrets)

To Whales … With Love

I believe water
Holds memory—
Knowledge, thought, even emotions
The fish in the sea
Already know.
And we—
Humans, are just starting to learn
To talk
To whales…
What will they
Teach us?

If…
I disturb
Still water
What
Will I
Learn?
Let’s explore…

If…
I dip my toe
In a pond
Of still water
With secrets hidden
Reflecting
the clear blue sky
With little
fluffy white clouds
Floating serenely
through the heavens
The ripples…
don’t spread out evenly

They only flow

in the direction of beauty

Toward you
Wherever
You
Are

Each ripple
Whispers a secret
About you
The whales
Sing in those ripples

A truth of
Honesty and integrity
That kind of beauty
Never fades
I find that
In you

Thank you for
Being you
And a part
Of my life

My fireworks—
Spreading through the universe
Are knowing
You.

Simple ripples
Of Water
Teach us
Each other’s
Truth.

In a pond
Of still water
Reflection all around
Simple ripples of water
Carry truths
From ancient seas
To us
Whales have been around for 50 million years.
Humans have been around for 300 thousand years.
Context, experience is everything.
Longevity must have significance.
Those ancient ripples…
Have been with us
Forever.

Ripples chase beauty

Whales sing truths through ancient waves

Fireworks light your essence

And fill this empty vessel

me

and ripples through my heart

Happy
Fourth of July
To my patriotic faithful compatriot
Proud of You!

Enjoy the moonlight

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