River Buddha

There’s a place out there that waits for me, for it knows I’m coming.

Past this gorgeous fall, past coming winter and spring. Summer. The promise of warmth. There’s a place. My favorite place. On the banks of the San Marcos. After a silent, solitary swim. In stillness… where I am River Buddha.

Water running, sun shining, and things growing. River within, river without. Where all that is, was, and ever will be lives. Where fear isn’t, wasn’t, and never will be, love waits, and knows, and hums a summer song.