Contours catch sparkles, heavenly beams from orb like marbles.

Carry forward as if fused, riveted flow with ethereal muse.

Fallen life blocks the flow! A threat to this eternal glow.

Damming tree grows tusks, perforated white of flowing must.

No conflict in this natural world. All is joined in a whirl.

When I look about life, river there is wrought with strife.

What a lesson in this creek, for all of us to stop the bleak.

I turn back to the scene, and cast my lot with the green.

For mother’s teaching such lessons, who am I to call to question.

In this river today I flow, I myself begun to glow.

Stanford B.A. Economics. Former Hedge Fund Manager. Author: God Money (book in progress). Follow me: https://twitter.com/deanofprivacy

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