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Any movement or sound is a profession of faith

as the millstone grinding is explaining 
how it believes in the river. 
No metaphor can explain this, 
but I cannot stop pointing to the beauty. 

Every moment and place says, 
Put this design in your carpet. 

I want to be in such a passionate adoration 
that my tent gets pitched against the sky. 

Let the beloved come 
and sit like a guard dog 
in front of the tent. 

When the ocean surges, 
don’t let me just hear it. 
Let is splash inside my chest.