McClellan Falls, WA

(September 2023. Stopped at a lovely little spot for the day while waterfall hunting in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest, which has a truly stunning amount of waterfalls. Sat on a log surrounded by the roaring falls, and wrote this all in one perfect go in my brown notebook, taking up exactly one page. Peak performance. Thinking of the tension between Being philosophers like Plato and Becoming philosophers like Heraclitus. If you’re reading on your phone, turn it the long way 😉

McClellan Falls, WA

The spread of the wanting leans downwards
as white water works its way, destiny
is stillness dreamed of in reality everfalling
all ways forever in inexhaustible motion of yes
and any imagined stopping is more a movement waiting—
put another way— perceived solidity merely perspectival liquidity
from the relative view of this lightriver I am,
becoming at my own speed inevitable as this waterfall
given the contours of rocks I rub along evolving with
us, towards what we don’t know, an ideal of god itself growing,
the perfect circle a bait & switch to keep the change churning,
the dance of chaos and holy limitation an end in itself
leaving downstream excess for green moss in my wake