Come down drenched, at the end of May, with the cold rain so far into your bones that nothing will warm you except your own walking and let the sun come out at the day's end by Slievenaglasha with the rainbows doubling over Mulloch Mor and see your clothes steaming in the bright air. Be a provenance of something gathered, a summation of previous intuitions, let your vulnerabilities walking on the cracked sliding limestone be this time, not a weakness, but a faculty for understanding what's about to happen. Stand above the Seven Streams letting the deep down current surface around you, then branch and branch as they do, back into the mountain and as if you were able for that flow, say the few necessary words and walk on, broader and cleansed for having imagined. -- David Whyte from River Flow