I WAS, I AM, I WILL BE

 

I was the sun, warm rays piercing the clouds to the sea.

I was the sea, mists rising to join the clouds.

I was the clouds riding the winds to rise above the coastal mountains.

I was the mountains, clouds cooling to drop their rain on my cliffs.

I was the cliffs, trees clinging to the crags and bluffs.

I was the trees, catching the rain dripping into the earth below.

I was the fallen rain, caught in the moss and fallen leaves.

I was the moss, catching the rain, letting it work into the soil

I was the soil, water full, drops working  down, into the foundations of the mountain.

I was the foundation, water seeping, pooling, feeding the deep springs.

I was the deep springs feeding the pools under the trees.

I was the pools, home to little streams bubbling over the rocks fallen from the cliffs.

I was the little streams, rushing to join the great river as it rushes to the salt marshes.

I was the salt marsh, feeding my water back into the sea.

I am the sea, sun warmed, giving up the mists to the sky.

Find a comfortable place to sit. Go back and forth. I was. I am. I will be. Feel it. Be it. 

Trying to get back into some of my guided imagry attempts. Like my writing I start off  and end up where I didn't imagine I would. 

Picture from the net. I believe it's the Himalayas. Many rivers in that part of the world are fed by glacieres. Glaciers that are receding.   The words (for better or worse) are mine.