I love the splashes from a fountain…

I love the splashes from a fountain…
Knowing each song that they sing…
The songs are never quite the same…
Because each day they add a new poetic verse.

Today they are saying to me that it is okay to be vulnerable…
That is how I will capture the light…
And glisten in the soft sun…
And draw water from my well.

That life shouldn’t always be the same…
Stuck between imaginary boundaries…
Inviting me to follow only my intuition…
To the place where the waters divide.

I have only to choose to change my energy…
The well-groomed way will take me back home…
The other way will lead to tracts of undeveloped freedoms…
A place where the meadows are painted with bright strokes of yellows and green.

The fountains sing of this great secret…
As their prisms of light lift the wings of the hummingbirds…
They understand that we never need to arrive…
We just need each day to add a new verse.

I love you,

Annie