Waters spirit renews.  It is of the box canyon and cottonwood lined banks.  The way it moves sinuous and graceful recalls some ancient dance.  Each step is made up of part history part romance.  It's as if the whole universe has stopped expanding and rtracted into one minute spot and you ae there and it is light.  There thre is no end only stumbling trips that are caught and brought to bear with each following one.  On a river, if you are so lucky, you are away from the tmess that our society has become.  There you ar alone with the trees and grasses or snow and rocks.  The season matters little for where thereis water, for the most part, there are fiash.  They  swim amidst sloshing liquidturning chaffe to gold with each new moment.  The water is the way though not all feel so.  For some, without forethought or expectation, they are to be harnessed, are to be polluted and used for whatever method that is deemed profitable.  So disconnected from their effects it is little wonder those who use nature cannot apprciate it.  For them there is little of value unless it has price.  Yet for those who know the natural world ther is so much more.  There is painting on rock a cave dwellings.  There is gigantic rock structures that seem to defy logic and gravity.  There are the rivers we love knowing them as a family member or the bck of our hand.  Water blesses these places making small larger as it wears away stick and gravl like socket wears away bone.  There is freedom on rivers, of thought and action uninhibitted by socital expectation.  There what is kown to be righ is known to be as nature imfers, decides, and provides.  It's as if the slate has been wiped clean neither marked nor marred and what is left is merely what you make be it sunshine or slovenlyness.  Its like a snowy sunshine day, beaustiful, irridescent,and inused with as enseof wonder.  Thes are thingas of mans nature and despite the desire for more there is a greatness there like sunshine at dawn and sunset over the mountains.  Each momeent puire innocent even yet tough and hardy as nemeficent berk.  The water is without doubt an so to am I.   It is realtiy, that glistening scepter of truth which rules the day.  Not commercialism or news woorthystorys which just serve to underine the love we deserve to feel.  Despite the lies thee is truth of ragged fights and reeeming success.  There is the way the leaves of a bush angle just so against the sunshines warmth.  Consecrated vy god, the world is of beauty.  And despite he anger of others there is beauty within the trees, fish within the rivers, love within the heart.  It manifests in multitudes, spritely and spirited.  Wonder as it propels one thundering down hill like great wild stallions across open plains.  Poeplse wll lie, not wanting the truth to shine yetn there its behind their death showing beauty amongst it's ranks.  Perspective varys as do people.  For some the lies can be heard in their voivce.  For others the untruth in their mesteps yet man has quested for truth since thee times of the the ancients and my will is strong and truths will honest.  Its as if for a moment there was doubt yet amongst it fruit trees of the rarest kind.  Some quit but as the liquis fements the cream rises to the top like endless sunshine.  I will spend tomorrow amongst trees.  There will be greatness there likeuniversal exppansion and work beyond meausre.  But with it comes the excitement of being riverside.  There water pushes gainst rock wearing away ancient girders of thee natural world.  What once was a mere trickle over eons has become an active brook and though it can be a raging torrent in high water and it can also be in low soft as dandelion fluff.  But not only has the river changed over geologic time it changes yearly.  What was once a shallow flat through impassioned continuity has become a chest deep hole.  It speaks to the impermanance of things not even though  but becuase the rivers flow.  On a grander scale the situaton is diheartening.  Global wartming is real, man.  It's real.  Theres no way around it.  The weather has become extreme and patternsless.  Frigid sow storms abut 70 degree days in Februaury in the northeast.  And despite a government who refuses to acknowledgr it's exitence, in all probability, for the benefit of big timber and oil and coal who seem to benefit most from ignorance to this truth, thigns are changing.  There are companies both retail and enviromental among others out there on the front lines battling the war of realization that must be won.  Thenplanet is dying.  It has reached it's maximum load and it is showing.  But for those who carelessly, for there may be some for ehom the natural world retains value intact, we would have in place a clinatalogical plan that would slow or pause ths death.  But note the extreme terms that those opposed to the pretection of the natural world use.   Eco extremist, fanatic, ect.  These are just word of great power and impact giving one something to hold ontog which seem to imply a truth.  And because the words are powerful people can rally around them, remembering them because of there powerful asddictive quality and those in power can then use them to incite a time of fervor, a group hate  which ispires speaking out in a harshly.  YEt reason is the way of thought, science, and sensibility.  It doesn't inspre hate or discredit those who harbor truths.  Instead it credits those who speak wth an honest way, be it ton eor expression and it is noiced.  The dishonest can be seen in there pain for straying from the truth or the way they can be seen reciting over and over again in public forum their preplanned sttement waiting to speak.  Anyone who has to read off a paper is not being truthful.  TRuth comes from the heart of those who care not the mouthsw of those who quit.  That is a powerful statement if nly becayse it is true and we can re;ate, through goverments misleading of the public to it.  The sytstem seeks to stupify through the inundation of imagery.  After all, how hard is it to control someone wheen they have lost their mind.   And that way we lose the power of choice choosing less and reacting more.  ANd the dictum that is spoken calling he common people crazy, or sick or poor.  There is little to be hopeful for.  Yet there is one thing that overwhelms the fervor, the anxiety, the worry.  Love!  There are things that are good for you and things hat are not.  ANd love definitely is.  The power of love.  Wow!  It's starts wars and moves the greatest moutain and the smallest grain of sand.  It is the flavor in the meaal and the season of greatest content.  The reasin formans existence.  Music moves to it and people dance with it talk with it beeleive in it.  It can change a pauper to a king and stretches across space and time.  It is just a glint yet just that little glint is enough to se t my  heart afire.  Maybe its an addiction but if it is Im gonna have to face it, I'm addicted.