It is a wave breaking on a shore.
It is sifted by trees that hold the night within themselves.

The sun enters the water, and shines from there. (In the image below, it catches a tree that fell here before I was born, and has raised generations of trout in its weave.)

As the sun is filtered by the living trees over the shoulder of the forest, it lifts the water and the land together.

During the day that follows, it is a memory, written in light.

This is when the wind carries the wave forward, through all the dimensions.

The water and the light flow with it, right through you.

Where they become one is where you are. Only there. In all this universe. Earth creature, this is what your thinking looks like.

Right through dusk. Of the day and of the year.

Into the night.

Then it begins again.

That is your mathematics, earth dweller.

That is your music.You who live where the sun and the water meet …

… and become one.

If you understand that, or find yourself trying to understand that, or think that these words or this conception is poetry, or that these are images of nature or psychology, please go back …

… and try again.

And again.

And again.

Please take your time.