Waterfall Shakti Poem by Saiom Shriver

Before the fall, serene sheen of shanti
but at the edge.. in sheets soars shakti
further through boulder's lipped spout pours
water and toward the bottom it roars

Yonder a dry desktop flatted rock
neath it moss-wet tassled footstool
One for head hot with ephemeral thought
Other keeps feet most cornsilked cool

Here a big mug full of foam
there free of bottles bubbles roam
Out of cut glass decanted they flow
and skipping onto the sea they go.

Comes the cataract's thundering crash
All her wee babes on the rocks she dashed.
Such their purity that none were harmed
as into spray the drops she smashed.

In winter watch icicles slowly thaw
like bubbling holiday lights of old
One by one drops tremble and form
and wiggle free of the frozen mold.

Fearful hide in niches and naves
concealed from view in prefalls caves
Pyramiding trees can only stare
as networking water weds the air.

Great cascade where miracles made.
Cascade turning liquid to mist
Whited lightning which God kissed
from time’s dawn planned this secret tryst.

(to Rosa Feldman and Marshall Weisfeld
and their selfless work for the voiceless)